If I am good only one day in a year,
for Christmas, how will
this single day
change my life?
There is something
irremediably abhorrent
about what I can bring
in the torrent
of life.
No strife,
no knife or any other
pointy-related bother
can change my brother
as much as my mother
would like.
Even my mate Spike
went on the hike
with Ike and Mike
what are they like?
Right?
The journey is long
and we will be wrong,
we will even be right
sometimes during this long night.
But do not lose your sight,
go only if your fight
implies some aspect of the light.
The might and powerful
are looking for the full
half of the glass.
This Mass, for Christmas,
shouldn't be your last,
the time is not that fast,
Do not exceed your range,
the time is now, so change!
For some, that time is gone,
still here, but alone.
Remember us in song,
as the year passes along.
As we were you,
in some past lives.
Be brave,
go right past that log
and save
that hedgehog.
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