twas the night before christmas
all poets fast asleep
solely reblogs appearing
amidst dashboards and quilts
A lone lamp of oil burning
candles lit at every end
A solitary figure hovered
awaiting words anew
from friends
twas the night before christmas
all poets fast asleep
solely reblogs appearing
amidst dashboards and quilts
A lone lamp of oil burning
candles lit at every end
A solitary figure hovered
awaiting words anew
from friends