This year December rushed in

Quickly and quietly

Highly unexpectedly

I'm still waiting for it to soak in

Still waiting for it to seep in

For some days are sunny

Some are wet with rain

Some days are fuzzy

And some are just the same

On some days I feel like dancing

On others, cry with pain

But it's alright

That's just how it is to be

Because somehow it's December again


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