Christmas
Listening to obscure music on a cloudy, Sunday afternoon...
Christmas is all but upon us, and the new year ominously looms...
Will next year be better than this one, or will the bottom just fall out?
Trying to see my glass half full, but the empty half I doubt...
Despite the typical problems with this desperate time of year...
I still wish you a merry Christmas, even if my voice is hard to hear...
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