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Christmas Dinner

We saw that you lay in your bed; an over imbibed Christmas Day. In fact, you had buried your head; you wished we would all go away. We noticed you tossing in bed, not daring to open your eyes; aware that the daylight ahead would come as a nasty surprise. We heard as you rushed from your bed and dashed to the bathroom in flight. You peered at the glass with some dread; the face looking back was a fright. We hoped you would soon leave your bed all blessed with a happy release. But knowing you’d rather be dead, we left you to suffer - in peace. ~
For Francine's Contest - 13th December 2012.

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  1. Date: 12/24/2012 5:26:00 PM
    Congrats on your great winning work..Sara

  1. Date: 12/24/2012 5:23:00 AM
    Good morning, Charles,, A nice warm congratulations for the very nice win in Francine's "Christmas Dinner with Humor" Wishing you the best holidays to come. Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Love~LINDA

  1. Date: 12/21/2012 4:59:00 PM
    haha, I just read seren saying she has had this feeling. I am thankful I never have, well except when I got food poisoning! Congrats on your win with this unique poem.

  1. Date: 12/21/2012 2:55:00 PM
    Congrats on your poem Charles!

  1. Date: 12/21/2012 10:42:00 AM
    Congratulations Charles a superb win xx

  1. Date: 12/21/2012 4:03:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win, Charles. Love, Su

  1. Date: 12/20/2012 7:47:00 PM
    Lol i have known that feeling ...Seren

  1. Date: 12/20/2012 6:31:00 PM
    congrats on your 7th place win , great entry

  1. Date: 12/13/2012 8:59:00 AM
    Dear Charles - hungover can be close to dead. Love the poem. Kathy