Eighty degrees for Christmas and not a cloud in the sky The surf is fantastic and I have some plastic which I Intend to spend on gift cards at Starbucks this afternoon
The government reads my emails but I still have the moon They tap into my telephone but I am not alone If they can get their rocks off without taking their socks off Then glad to be of service nor do they make me nervous
As Christmas comes again to The OC it comes to me I can handle whatever the government cares to send My reality will never break because it can bend
I deal with insanity by practicing poetry I jump right in and do it and it helps me get through it To write a poem about it to make you smile awhile Christmas in The OC you see is a matter of style
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
Felix
Cute poem.
Love Tinka