December Blues
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Darwin Henry Beuning
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Looking out my bay window
On a cold Utah day,
Fresh snow covering the ground.
Thinking about December
And what it should mean,
A season of love,
A season of joy,
A celebration of life.
But, for many,
A season of pain,
Divorces here,
Divorces there,
Divorces everywhere,
Shattered homes,
Broken lives.
A sad ongoing cycle,
I'll love you today,
But, I'll hate you tomorrow.
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