Roann mendriq biography

T'was days before Christmas, the world was a mess;
Children were doubting, (mine too, must confess!)
They wanted to know now, how Santa could be;
all over the world, in one night, you see?

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Now, have you ever stopped to think,
Who paints the sky a golden pink?

Roann mendriq biography

With strands of mauve and purple blue,
outlined in peach of every hue?
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A butterfly upon the breeze,
floated to the wind-blown trees;
How it hoped to even dare,
to drift so high upon the air!

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With limpid inky pools for eyes,
and wavy hair like watered silk;
Pink coral lips to tantalise,
Skin like fresh strawberry milk.
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T'was days before Christmas and it didn't seem so,
Cheer and Goodwill, had flown out of the window;
Three precious gifts, were nowhere to be found,
tho' I searched and sought, and looked all around.

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Children like Sunflowers,
turn to face the sun;
Reflect golden sunbeams,
on each and everyone!
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