A winter's tale
My cup of Arabic coffee
Is sunburned and rocking
For it drives away
All of my tiredness
and even keeps me happy!
So now I sit next to the fireside
Waiting,for Santa to come by
And drop a gift into my winter's stockings.
Copyright © Seema Tabassum | Year Posted 2021
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