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By Varda Date: 2007 Nov 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.20.15.30.402]] |
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December is day after day of coldness, But a sunny day now and then to warm you. December is bare and lonely; The last of the leaves clinging to summer have fallen. December is pink cheeks, Eyes filled with tears, and pockets full of kleenex. December is when the snow falls and stays, Hiding the things we know are there, but forget. December follows spring when things begin, Summer when they bloom, and autumn when they bear fruit. December is an ending, And it is almost December for us. |