T.o.y. 7 #2
By Bigheadbob
On Christmas moring, The bells will ring. On Christmas morning, The choir will sing. On Christmas morning, The snow will fall. On Christmas morning, California will call. The day after Christmas, You will pack. The day after Christmas, You will not slack. The day after Christmas, You will leave. The day after Christmas, I wont believe. The day after that, I will cry. The day after that, I cannot lie. The day after that, I wont suppress. The day after that, I'll be depressed. That is how the cookie crumble, That is to say we all must fumble. Choices and chances we all must take, To not end up alone in life's wake. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Mar 09 2002 01:51 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"On Christmas moring,..."