The Unfairness Of Angels

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  The cheapest Christmas present of all


Chapped lips, blushed cheeks,
A white breath, that never speaks

Sapphire skies, a blazing sun
Let’s us know, winter has come

Cold winds blow, clouds go grey
Winter has, come, it’s here to stay
Although we wish it went away
Winter brings us a holiday

Commercialised now, like all things are
To finds it true meaning, you need not travel far
It’s not inside the cosy bar
Or advertised in the Daily Star

Instead it’s find in our piece of mind
Let the cobwebs blow, and soon you’ll find
Open your eyes, you were never blind
It’s costs nothing at Christmas, to be kind.





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