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Dec 2014
The most beautiful time of the year.
But not for me my dear.
My most closest has departed,
Just when my little soul started.

Mother misses you.
Don't worry I do too.
Why did you have to leave?
Now we all sit and greave.

There is so much cheer!
But not over here.
The snow is so very white.
It glistens with fright

Christmas, So beautiful..
But deep and dark is the only truthful!
My grandfather had passed away on my very fist Christmas so Christmas would not have me as any fan.
Britty Bruce
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Britty Bruce  iowa
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