- you wake up on christmas morning without a delay to think thier might be not be good things to play. And you see boxes big and small even a little tall.you play until your parents say thats it for the day so you hit the hay.
- Title: christmas days
- Artist: edwin ace
- Description: my first poem of christmas
- Date: 04/08/2009
- Tags: christmas days
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- DemeaningMeaning - 04/18/2009
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you could have put it in stanzas and you could have made it a little longer...
good job though smile
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