Happy Messmass


The gift of Christmas
Seen not seen
The ministers
Are being mean
But who are we
To question why
For we the robots
Must not sigh
But smile and laugh
Hold tight our lips
To see our lives
In tiny sips
To muddle through
This daily change
Where all your plans
Must rearrange
So meet outside
Take in some air
A Christmas walk
With those that care

©KarlTearney

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