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December


the days roll by

in steady parade

with a half heard sigh

and a soft tirade

 

they have no meaning

nor any worth

the days careening

across the earth

 

my time stopped

a December day

life was dropped

and swept away

 

December eighth

and all was gone

it shook my faith

now do I go on?

 

no day comes near

that I remember

without a tear

each December

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