One foot on the ladder, two hands on the rung. What good cheer, this time of year, Santa Claus has brung. Looking up, I see some shit, but less than I had before; Won't be long - I'm not wrong, no shit for me anymore. I'll be of good cheer at Christmas time; thoughts of you I hold dear. And pray for you, thoughout the year, that we might grow ever near.
Reason for writing:
A foot on the ladder of life
Birth sign: Scorpio
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