a thorn in my side -
sometimes it's best not to speak
just suck up the pain
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a thorn in my side -
sometimes it's best not to speak
just suck up the pain
on the first cold day
on the first cold day
we sit before the fire
on the first cold day
we sit before the fire
the chill's chased away
start another poem
start another poem
to wile away the minutes
Gah. Too many syllables. Po-em, not pome! I'm worse than those people who say liberry.
Should be:
start one more poem.
SO:
start one more poem
to while away the minutes
start one more poem
to while away the minutes
it eases the pain
Gather the fir boughs
gather the fir boughs
spread them in homely fashion
gather the fir boughs
spread them in homely fashion
now inhale deeply
alone to the end
alone to the end
yet shadows through the window
alone to the end
yet shadows through the window
keep me company
you are everywhere