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Who Is Knocking On My Door, Now
Let me tell you a story about my Christmas, past, present and future. (All nice, yes sad, but no naughty in sight) ____________________ It was midnight when I turned off the Christmas lights, Me and my cats had snuggled in bed, all cozy; Then there was a knock in the middle of the night. A knock on my door and there was a girl quite lovely, The pain reflected in her eyes was soul shattering; Me and my cats had snuggled in bed. All cozy. She told me she was my Christmas past weeping, We held each other remembering all the past sorrow; The pain reflected in her eyes was soul-shattering. She left saying there would be other knocks to follow, I answered and it was a young woman, who was me; We held each other, remembering, all the past sorrow. She was beautiful but her soul was a dreadful broken plea, Old the woman who came next, but with a soul at peace; I answered the knock- and it was a young woman, who was me. She was beautiful, but her soul was a dreadful broken-plea, Me and my cats, had snuggled in bed, all cozy; Old, the woman, who came next, but with a soul at peace, Then, there was a knock- in the middle of the night. ___________________________ Who is knocking on my door, now? Could that be death! (Well, I am not answering) _______________________________ December 16, 2015 Terzanelle For the contest, Who Is Knocking On My Door Sponsor, Tammy Reams First Place
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