Sweet Poinsettia,
how your leaves
beckon us
towards Christmas cheer!
Your cream or crimson colors
create full seasonal spirit.

We carolers sing beside you
as you listen
with proud patience.
Christmas lights sparkle
as they compliment your luster.

Bloom, Poinsettia,
and blossom
as Christmas Time
adores you.

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Boiling,
steaming,
rolling like an oiled marble,
water can burn
my skin and my temper.

Frozen,
cubed,
solid as a saint’s promise,
water can chill
my drink and my disposition.

Purified,
softened,
running like a strong campaign,
water can cleanse
my hands and my spirit.

Flooding,
filthy,
pressured like an apprentice,
water can wreck
my possessions and my life.

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