When I woke up this morning

  The sun was in my eyes

     Casting a warm glow upon my face

         It was really nice

                                    (So Nice) 

There are 

            Those grey days

Where my body aches

    And my skin is dull

         And my legs fizz

              And my hair cannot be tamed

But as the wind

        Whispers through

                 It causes a warm glow

                                       Inside of me.

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There are many hands protruding

From the edges of many sleeves

And there are many fingers wrapped

Around the handles of many bags

(Leather, Paper, Plastic)

And there's a false widow perched

           By the kitchen window

                               Making its home

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It is

December.