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Nov 2010
I look out the window and i see you walking closer towards me.
Snow is falling, covering the world with a beautiful white blanket.
I sit by the fire, waiting for you to knock on my door.
I breathe the sweet air my pinewood fire is scenting... And smile...

Merry Christmas to you...
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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