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On a cold clear night, a dream A dream of thirty-seven Thirty-seven thin figures stand Upon a smooth white plain That glistens like purest sand There bodies completely still Yet long auburn hair dances Lightly back and forth As if under water Though these delicate figures wear all white What they harbor remains unknown Are they angels, bearing gifts of love and life...... Twelve months they whisper First once then twice .....Or malevolent beings Bringing forth illness and tragedy Twelve months they whisper Now ceaselessly Awake, oh bright beautiful morning Sun shining through the still drawn shades Downstairs loved ones waiting To celebrate this speacial day Upon the kitchen table A pure white cake Thirty-seven candles all aflame Loved ones gather round To sing aloud Happy, happy birthday
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
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On a cold clear night, a dream A dream of thirty-seven Thirty-seven thin figures stand Upon a smooth white plain That glistens like purest sand There bodies completely still Yet long auburn hair dances Lightly back and forth As if under water Though these delicate figures wear all white What they harbor remains unknown Are they angels, bearing gifts of love and life...... Twelve months they whisper First once then twice .....Or malevolent beings Bringing forth illness and tragedy Twelve months they whisper Now ceaselessly Awake, oh bright beautiful morning Sun shining through the still drawn shades Downstairs loved ones waiting To celebrate this speacial day Upon the kitchen table A pure white cake Thirty-seven candles all aflame Loved ones gather round To sing aloud Happy, happy birthday
My fears about getting older now haunt me even as I sleep
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TheRavensWrittingDesk
38/M/Cali
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
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