A Jolly Season Without MeA Poem by Stu. T.H.
Mistletoes haggle, on their quest to pair new couples,
While I wish snow would come early, to bury my sorrows, This night is not an unusual night, For shivers accompany my spine, whilst I stand alone under Christmas light, I fear myself is truly alone, On this holy night, when moving pictures turn into stone. - Stu. T.H. (Sep 16, 2023) © 2023 Stu. T.H. |
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Stu. T.H.AboutAccount administrators: Donny Wells, Dan Rastley. "We are an amateur poet group that writes short stories and poems which are typically strictly fictional in nature and roots. We make poems for ou.. more..Writing
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