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Oh It started quietly Lines crossed, back and forth Tempers frayed, voices raised Then came the skirmishes A few at dawn, more at night fall Whilst the day was full of exchanges In the days that followed it became more intense Violent clashes and casualties No more warnings, full on ramming Clear and defined as if at the wheel of a ship Collisions and screaming, then came the peace keepers Dressed in geeen and red to try and calm the situation But to no avail For only when the last toy or the last mince pie was bought Then only then on December 24th was the battle of Christmas over An eerie truce then held until haloween.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC
The battle of Christmas
Oh It started quietly Lines crossed, back and forth Tempers frayed, voices raised Then came the skirmishes A few at dawn, more at night fall Whilst the day was full of exchanges In the days that followed it became more intense Violent clashes and casualties No more warnings, full on ramming Clear and defined as if at the wheel of a ship Collisions and screaming, then came the peace keepers Dressed in geeen and red to try and calm the situation But to no avail For only when the last toy or the last mince pie was bought Then only then on December 24th was the battle of Christmas over An eerie truce then held until haloween.
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MichealWolf
English
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC
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