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2020 has been a year of blue,                                                                                               now comes Christmas Day-New Year's Day so what will I do.                                Crying more tears is not for me,                                                                                  I want to just flee.                                                                                                       Flee to my closet I will go,                                                                                          I want to put on a real show.                                                                                      I always say nothing to wear,                                                                                                  now who really would care.                                                                                  Here are some red glitzy shoes and hat,                                                                                              guess I can't go out looking like that.                                                                    Keep looking to see what I can find,                                                                                                                                      this outfit will blow my mind.                                                                                                                                                                 Here is a shinny gold striped top,                                                                                                                                              this will make things really pop.                                                                                                                                                     Now for a skirt,                                                                                                                                                                                        not a t-shirt.                                                                                                                                                                                                      One skirt where can you be,                                                                                                                                                           oh there I see.                                                                                                                                                                                                 The red, green and purple one is for me,                                                                                                                                                                      now I can dress and be free.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Outside to party in the snow,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     to have fun we must go.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I look like an ornament off the tree,                                                                                                                                                                                                               I don't care is my plea.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             I am having fun like I was three,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 after this year just let me be.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
   
                                                                       

Date Written: 12/1/2020                                                                                 

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