One Last Christmas.
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David Wood
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Christmas Day spent with my
Best friend, despite her hour
Glass almost empty.
I lay on her rug with her as her
dreams make her legs dance.
Two granite pillars, oceans of
Support, she has travelled far
For nearly one and a half decades.
Soon the elements will take their
Path leaving forever silk grazing
Memories, and of that sleep
What dreams will she have? Green
Fields, beaches, trees - me?
Soon her history is about to begin.
I wish her a very merry Christmas.
Bu şiiri puanla
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