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Outside my window whirls the icy storm,
And beats upon its panes with fingers white;
Within, my open fire burns bright and warm,
And sends throughout the room its ruddy light.
So crowded was the little town
On the first Christmas day,
Tired Mary Mother laid her down
To rest upon the hay.
Here is my Christmas wises tried and true
I'm sending now, just for you...
a little love, a little cheer,
and wishes for a great New Year!
- by SiLveRs_DeaTH |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/28/2008 |
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- Title: christmas
- Artist: SiLveRs_DeaTH
- Description: christmas poem
- Date: 12/28/2008
- Tags: christmas
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- MISS_cuti3 4ever - 12/30/2008
- I see the picture... interesting smile
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