Sometimes, you're the star on top of the Christmas tree.
Others, you're a column holding up a roof.
And there are times when you're the jacket being draped over a puddle.
Oh how I long to be the star again.
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In December
ReplyDeleteI will be
a baubled bangled
Christmas tree
with soup bowls
draped all over me.
Merry once
merry twice
merry chicken soup
with rice.