Oh, the feet are tired The head is reeling Fingers are sticky The kitchen's full with pots and pans Just bought presents are found in nooks The what to get whosit is churning away But The lights are shining out each night Glowing from hope and peace and love And angels are singing out on a hilltop... Sign in to see full entry.
Of turnips, caterpillars and kings:
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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