This December
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This December is neither cold nor dry
Those chilling dark nights are elusive.
Wishes are stuck up somewhere
Neither flowing nor floating.
The moon seems pale and frail
Neither beaming nor gleeful.
Stars are dim and timid
neither bright nor twinkling.
Globe, this warming is making me sick
Give me back those cold moments of December.
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