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Beneath the tinsel’s glittered sheen,Lies the weight of yuletide dreams,Expectations, heavy it seems,Like laden branches, evergreen. In gift-wrapped parcels, hopes we tie,Each ribbon a whispered sigh,Anticipation soaring high,Yet burdened by a wishful cry. The pressure builds as the day draws near,To fulfill the joy we hold so dear,Wrapped in traditions, crystal clear,Yet expectations cast a
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In lists of wishes, dreams unfurlEach desire, a wrapped-up pearlMaterial wants, like a swirling danceIn gift-wrapped boxes, we find romanceYet tangled in wants, we take a chanceFor joy resides in the heart’s own trance The world wrapped in a festive glowBeneath the tree, gifts in a rowYet in the bounty, a truth is spunThat happiness
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As the clock ticks its final refrain A symphony of freedom beginsUnfettered by the workday’s chainA dance of joy, as the clock grinsAround the cooler, camaraderie spinsThe year concludes, a victory to claim The hands align, a moment to savor No more meetings, no more toil Released from the day’s tight behavior Around the water
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The power of hopeIgnites the soul, a flame now aglow,The beacon in the darkest night,It guides us through the ebb and flow,A steadfast anchor, firm and tight,In its embrace, we find our scope. The strength of a single personResides within ourselves – such a potent force,A reservoir of courage deep,Against life’s storms, a steadfast course,In
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Sold as a time of merry joy,Under the surface, tis’ quite the ploy.Ones happiness’ measure,Told by the depths of their wallets treasure. Corporate greed the victor,As anxiety posed as a boa constrictor.Love shown not by affection,By by the spread of our selection. This holiday season,Remember to use reason.Make time for family and friends,And let your
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In this garage the echoes of engines long fixed now persist,A mechanic stands, hands adorned and grease-kissed,Worn overalls, a lifetime spent deep in gears,Retiring proud, as the end nears. Tools laid down, a symphony of clinks,Wrenches and ratchets, each memory links.A life in oil, for an engine’s embrace,Now stepping back, leaving a well-earned trace. The
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In a quiet town where the gumtrees sway,A solitary soul finds solace each day.A homestead stands, weathered and worn,A loneman’s abode, in solitude, reborn. Living alone, In an old house that moans,A freedom embraced, in the vast unknown. In the city’s heart, neon lights ablaze,A solitary figure, lost in the maze.Cinema alone, in the city’s
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In the grand tapestry of human tale,Seven deadly sins unfurl and prevail.A dance of shadows, a folly of fate,Each sin a chapter, a twist in our slate. In regal robes of purple, pride holds sway,A sovereign in arrogance, day by day.Ego’s throne, adorned in hues so deep,Reflects the folly of the soul’s steep. Greed, a
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Where time is still,Sloth, the silent thief, works its ill.A slumberous haze, a lethargic mire,In shades of blue, it quenches the fire. Blue, the color of a listless sky,In sloth’s embrace, ambitions lie.A languid river, unmoved and slow,Drowning purpose in a tranquil flow. Eyes heavy with the weight of delay,Dreams adrift, like ships astray.In the
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In the crucible of anger’s breed,Wrath, the tempest, plants its fiery seed.A dark force rising, in shadows it unfurls,In the blackened heart, where hatred swirls. Black, the cloak that veils reason’s light,As fury consumes both day and night.A storm of rage, thundering and loud,Leaving in its wake, a desolate shroud. Eyes ablaze like coals of
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