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peacholivet Oct 2021
I am lost in the beaming success of life
Caught in the dazzling web of light
Surrounded by plenteous white fortunes
Green pastures confuse my feeble feet

I am rendered visionless in effulgence

Oh lead me to the highway of choice
And leave me not to wander
Lest I freeze
Making choices amidst  successes and fortunes
peacholivet Oct 2021
Help me ask Santa
Will he come
If the snowflakes are ninety nine
Peradventure eighty
Will he still come
Say the flakes become seventy
Will we see him
Peradventure fifty
Will he consider
What of forty
Will the reindeers move
If they are thirty
Is he coming
If the ice count twenty
Should we expect him
Peradventure ten
Is this too small
If they reduce to five
Will he want to move
If there remain no flake
Will we get our gifts?

The globe is warming
The world is changing
Santa's gift hanging
And life is dying

The sun is in the flake's den
And the battle is gruesome
The hail is losing blood and feeling the heat
The ice on the berg runs into the blue
And the dolphins are bolting out of it

The plea of life beckons wild
For a speedy slow down
And a timely move
Away from winter's space
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