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By Andrew Ryan Submitted by drew1977 Date: 2002 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.28.11.12.22539]] |
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I was happy as a child, the warm clear nights, and flashing lights, the christmas balls and tinsel standing tall, stuck high on the new pine tree, as close to the angels as they can be. When i grew up, i chased girls, trying to get them under the old mistletoe, oh the lust, the sweetness, the pulse in our lips, when we were lying, embracing and creating mist. Now that ive grown old, with the smell of cookies all gone. huddled by the window, watching the snowflakes coming down, i think back and remember all the times that have gone, and think to myself, i am a happy man. |