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A Gift From YouYou bought something At schol today, "It's yours mommy," You did say. You wanted to tell me What was inside, But until Christmas It must hide. You placed it In a Christmas bag, With a tree on it A present for me? Hooray! Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.9/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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