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Dec 2023
With all the celebration
of Eve and Day;
The festive expectation;
The next day is forgotten;
The feeling of all done;
The giant wave of over;
Wait for another Eve and Day
yet to come.
The guess of how many more.
Somehow the bust of over
is never truly calculated
in the fun of Eve and Day.
All  the thought and expense.
Yet the gift is always there.
Rebecca
Written by
Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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