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Yuletide now is come; Let's all prepare for mirth, Which fills the Sky and Earth To greet the sun's rebirth! The earth-fruits in the fields, Where'er they still do lie Rejoin their quiet mother, Until the  sun grows nigh. Swift breezes waft the white snow, Whose beauty rare attires The Earth as she lies sleeping Beneath the Yule log fires. Wand'ring frozen Earth, 'midst Oak and Ash and Thorn The longest night upon us, E'en stout hearts makes forlorn. Our hands are joined together Our fingers intertwine Our circle draws the dawning that will the  stars outshine. Swift breezes waft the white snow, Whose beauty rare attir

  Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want.  A place where she should be able to call her own, between her legs.  She feels that men only want her, a true want, to have sex with her, and walk away.  The breasts she has, they gain stares from men passing by, tripping over themselves to find a chance to touch.  When will she stop being looked at, as an object of sex? when will a man see her as someone he may spend his life with?  Her hips curve, and she doesnt want your hands on them, if your just going to touch her skin.  She wants a man to touch her soul, not just touch her skin, and run his

grandmthers perfume conjures old women my ancestress,quite polish slow cooking homemade dinners,usually crockpot from scratch baking her own bread with floury liver spotted hands which can cut a neat dress pattern, diaper babies sew pawpaws shirts quick as snake's tounges and much nicer than woolworths i remember pierogi boiling rolling in cast iron pots and the slightly nauseous stink almost sweet of her ancient ,olive gas stove one morning came the sharp prick of my  little brothers pointed fingers pinching me awake for school with you're not sick just like mom told him his blue eyes guileless and cruel c