but never saw the joke, I fear.
Your white and tinsel Woolworth's tree
was pining for reality,
and on your needles I am stuck,
a pinioned angel out of luck.
Grassy, I a bit late, but thanks for the read.
Gary
Dec Byron Sacre at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html... Writer's
Hood at http://www.writershood.com/... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas
no!
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