The Lights Are Still Up Poem by Bull Hawking

The Lights Are Still Up

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The lights are still up after Christmas
The wreath is still on your door
I unwrapped your package
Not by mistake
What's that we found on the floor
There's a glory we found after Christmas
A glow you don't get from a star
Its a song we both sing
Going round in this ring
Call it bells after Christmas
We both win

Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bull Hawking 28 December 2014

It is true there is a synchronous electric ecsentricity going on here for sure :)

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