A CHRISTMAS POEM

I bought the cards

I bought stamps

I put them in a pile.

I said each day

I'll find a way

I'll write them in a while.

I need to write

A catchy phrase

Something to make them smile.

But in the end

I can't pretend

I missed it by a mile.

Christmas comes

Around next year

The cards are in a file.

I’ll find those cards

I’ll buy more stamps

I'll put them in this pile.

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