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About This Poem
Wizards Don't deny the lord
To dwell on the season
I feel I must take pause
with a muffled cry of reason,
slipping into loud applause
As I awake from the darkness,
and edge slowly toward the floor
Slipping on that old red dress,
that I draped upon the door
I see a sparkle on my pillow
like foil string sewn into the cloth
as the blossoms of ***** willow
I am drawn to it like a goth
A wish of blessings for all children
and that Gods joy finds one and all
To expose the innocents of children
We are Gods creatures, it's in us all
I think my miracle for this Christmas
may have been granted by our lord
cells are replicating, and with his kiss
her white blood count is restored
Word Wizards Challenge
draped/ slipping/ pause/ edge/ muffled/ foil/ awake/ deny/ dwell/ pillow
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