Trevor Stelzer Poems

What a magical time is christmas time
Yet sweeter still in the days of our youth,
What a magical time is christmas time
Ere we taste the bittersweet morsel, truth.
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Late one night, in a rag tag saloon,
I sipped on a brew when approached a buffoon.
His tongue grew loose with his steady drink,
In no time, my patience was edged to its brink.
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The stars look like freckles,
The moon is the mouth of a well,
We're looking up its' tunnel,
Neck deep in a dry spell.
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