SANTA’S HAT
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair,
Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there
The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious
A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious
Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath [...]
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The burn that did.
To keep the chapped lips
That lie within.
To you I write
To miss and have your rite
Love’s Lust
The appeal of the apparent
To clench thy teeth is to be at will in a box
To be studying is to be researching the within.
Sometimes unworthy but always worth
The nails that grow long are [...]
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When Daddy bought a little horse,
I thought it strange; it was of course,
The thing just didn’t look quite right,
But I was small and not too bright.
Had leathery skin from head to toe,
But way back then I didn’t know,
That horses had a thing called hair,
Like puppies, cats and also bears.
And then there were those big wide [...]
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