A Chirstmas Clandestine
A Christmas clandestine marks my lingering year's end
A woeful and regretful glance at how it all began
A petite bag full of read cards from my now missing friends
A box of Columbia harks out my heart still on the mend
A journal in which entries show a boy turn into a man
A glass jar in my modest fridge, full of uneaten M&Ms
A set of age old potpourri that once had scented sand
I look and figure that it's not so bad after all
that this Christmas marks my year's end
Chrismukkah
my wish of the year
A woeful and regretful glance at how it all began
A petite bag full of read cards from my now missing friends
A box of Columbia harks out my heart still on the mend
A journal in which entries show a boy turn into a man
A glass jar in my modest fridge, full of uneaten M&Ms
A set of age old potpourri that once had scented sand
I look and figure that it's not so bad after all
that this Christmas marks my year's end
Chrismukkah
my wish of the year
resolute at 11:42 AM
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