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Dec 2020
In the midst of the tinsel scrum
with most calendar doors feathered open
sometimes a melancholy still calls.
The fevered peaks of nativity plays
or the constant electric anticipation
of just what is in that box
can give way to a sudden sigh
in Christmas blue.
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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