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Dec 2016
Fragrances of floral bouquets
and fresh cinnamon rolls
waft to and fro in the warm air,
the subtle hues of red and green
that are hinted everywhere,
paired with the little lights
stretched out on strings
that are wrapped around
almost everything,
bring us all home
for the holidays.
Join me, my friend
let us eat.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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