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Dec 2009
I can smell it, i can feel it, I know that it's here
chimney smoke, smiley faces sharing festive cheer
A buzz of excitement, a cosy feeling within
seeing a robin or tasting grandma's gin.

Memories can be prompted by music or words
Dreams are of happy times where we all live like lords
Its a time for love and laughter and fun
No hatred, no warfare  no knife, no gun

smell it, feel it, see it, remember it
dream it, love it, enjoy or hate it
If for one day only we experience true peace
then it makes sense to me at the very least.
Written by
James Andrew Wood
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