It was December the days were cold the days were dark the wind roared the frost bit The door opened you packed up you walked out the day you left It was December The hammer fell the ground shook the smoke lifted the day you died It was December
Reason for writing:
I was just sitting in English class and I started writing poetry. This poem is what came out. I just started writing and there it was..it is kind of spooky, but hey ... so is life.
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