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Christmas Eve ‘75
Rothya James
frosty frisky flake
descends cold
quietly
covers the ground
like brown
cake
with white icing
so enticing
this white linen
day
no great gust
gale
or brandishing bay
just a pale
flush
a sort of silent
whisper woe
a gentle little
snow
spent
on this still eve
next
you
oh yes and dear
I believe
one thing more for
cheer
Merry Christmas too
© Rothya James Patterson
Poems
Meeting Elton John for the first time. Rothya James writes mystery novels and resides in Texas. Read more about his exciting past now!
Wish I had a nickle for all I've never done I'd rake up the money and give it to a fund Wish I had a dime for all the things I did I'd take that money show people how to live Wish I had paradise at the drop of a hat Wish I hit life's curveballs with a gold plated bat Wish I had the good times and none of the blues Wish the world was all good friends and everything was cool Wish I had a tight squeeze to leave the porch light on Wish I'd see that smile of yours each morning with the dawn Wish I had a real wish a wish that could come true The wish to wish one wish and I'd wish that wish for you © Rothya James
