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"Won't Be Home For Christmas"


The crisp winter air in late December

Would bring her an image she’d always remember


White blizzard snow fell gracefully forth

She followed the star that directed her North


She trailed through the woods in search of her home

Wandering aimless, cast out and alone


She dreamt of retreat to her warm, cozy bed

The privilege of freedom encompassed her head


The shackles that gripped her appendages tight

Kept her restrained on this cold winter’s night


Lost and alone while trembling in fear

Ensuring no Christmas would greet her this year

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