A shape poem |
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Ô the green fir boughs! That fragrant balsam scent brings me back again. Ornaments hung with care, silver, blue, and gold, reflect a thousand twinkling lights. Carols rising up extol the heavenly host. Their cheerful bells transport me. Time falls away, and in joyous childhood memory, I am home once more Christmas Memory Author's note: ▶︎ 20 lines |