Poetry

if the most i;

can do is lean my hands

against            a cold calculated wall

then          this new year will not be

much better than             the last

b ut if I can; as the ancients did

and find somehope in a

small glass of snow

then it will be winter         in my heart

all year long

a Christmas everyday.

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