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A Wee Meltdown
The wet patch in our
hall was the snowman who failed
to reach the toilet.
from 'Christmas Poems For Children
Monday 21st November 2016 8:32 pm
I Love You Mum
Mum, you are my candlelight,
my angel, and my Silent Night.
More precious than a gift of gold
who wraps me up when I am cold.
Mum, you are my Christmas Day,
my North Star, and my snow bouquet.
You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,
who I love more each Christmas time.
Thursday 17th December 2015 9:38 am
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