|tis the season (standard:poetry, 79 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Dec 24 2000||Views/Reads: 2139/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a blue christmas, in the words of the king.|
the tinsel twinkles as the lights flask and wink but its a blue christmas there's some sad frozen snow sagging off of trees outside its a gray slush on the roads and a sullen powder in the yard no snowballs or snowmen or snowangels its not that kind of snow its the kind of snow that sits heavy on a heart like mine tonight it's cold outside and i'm not that warm inside there's no reason tis the season Tweet
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