Poem: Advent

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The most wonderful time of the year,
or so they say.
To the world weary mind the days
are cold and grey;
where childhood’s a distant dream
of hope and love,
an imagination brought alive
simply looking above.
So don’t say those unfair words
like humbug to me,
I just yearn for spring’s return,
it’s my simple plea

copyright Francis Barker 2019

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