Tis' the last month of the year,
so it's bound to get cold
Time for the year to pass by,
it's gotten too old
It's the month of Christmas,
a month to remember
After 11 months of anticipation,
it's finally December
The year gone by,
is just another book
The story depends on,
the type of story you undertook
Memories are made,
and so is history
But no one looks back,
everyone wants to uncover tomorrows mystery
The dying year,
gleams unlike its age
A phoenix will rise from the ashes,
fresh with a new page
Do the right thing and,
wisely play the years last few games
For the phoenix will rise,
so at the end, let December glow in flames....
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Tis' the last month of the year,
so it's bound to get cold
Time for the year to pass by,
it's gotten too old
It's the month of Christmas,
a month to remember
After 11 months of anticipation,
it's finally December
The year gone by,
is just another book
The story depends on,
the type of story you undertook
Memories are made,
and so is history
But no one looks back,
everyone wants to uncover tomorrows mystery
The dying year,
gleams unlike its age
A phoenix will rise from the ashes,
fresh with a new page
Do the right thing and,
wisely play the years last few games
For the phoenix will rise,
so at the end, let December glow in flames....
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