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MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU
by Paul Curtis My Christmas gift to you Is not wrapped up in coloured paper, Tied with ribbon and bows And hidden beneath the tree It's visible for all to see It is written on my face Like ink on parchment It spills out from my heart Like boiling milk from a pan It emanates from my every pore And surrounds us all My Christmas gift to you Is my never ending love PS there are gifts under the tree as well I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |