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Messy Gift WrapperYou try your best To wrap presents for me, It doesn't matter what it looks like They're from you, you see? They don't have to be neat Or tied with a bow, The gifts are from your heart For this I surely know. They now sit Underneath the tree, Neatly stacked in a pile Gifts from you, to me. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.13/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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