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CHRISTMAS NEARS
Christmas nears.
I do hear.
Holding ground
with one ear.
Sights I see
With out eyes.
Wonders only.
Wishes by.
Scents a’ lurking
all around.
Ghostly manners
pound for pound.
Taste of nothing.
Winter's bliss.
Flavor pulled
before a kiss.
Christmas nears
Of this we know,
without us saying.
The wind will blow.
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