When you stopped
I started.
These days of handbag house
And shocking amnesia
I have retracted my hand
As gently as I possibly can.
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I've been tired. The eyes tell it all.
I can't dispel speculation
It's true I can't.
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This Christmas I'm thankful for many things.
As much as I am the ill-principled pagan living in a world of grey overlaps
I remain grateful for good hearts and love.
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Fruition - like Nigella's warm chocolate cake on winter nights
Happiness - best served with unfeigned, voluptuous laughter
Health - plump peaches and ruddy pomegranates
That's all I could ask for,
For myself, and you.
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