Cleaning My Spectacles
1-12-20
Trade winds almost known
Me, flat on my back soon for sunlight
In a dire need of my Maker for republication
What in carnations
Call it mean in elegant words
Understood and appreciated as to surmise another divine appointment
To be made pale and piney in our vale
Shiny yet with Rudolph running through my head
And for a holiday hangover
God bless the flowers all for the map of our journey
And the mishap of this autourney in roguery associations loose
As I rejoin my Father smiling....
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