Playing Along
Let’s pretend it is Christmas he said.
By December he will be dead.
I readily agree
It’s nothing to worry about
I play along without a shout
I readily agree
For three long months we play this song
He pretends that nothing is wrong
I readily agree
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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