[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Waxen cloth on table lying, under lamplight softly glowing,
Scissors, knives, and pots of glue by colored paper flowing.
Felt of green and red and gold in little piles is waiting,
Two small heads are bent in work, their happy voices mating.
Hearts of paper, twisted, turning, chains of circles linking,
Funny creatures, felt on paper, lovingly are thinking.
[Verse 2]
Brother, six, and sister, five, in their own world are living,
Trading wants for this design, a happy memory giving.
“Make a star like last year’s,” says she, “the one that shone so brightly,”
“No, a reindeer!” he insists, and cuts the felt so sprightly.
Gifts for uncles, aunts, and grands, with careful concentration,
Lost within their shared intent, a joyful collaboration.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Something like a being forms from scraps of felt and paper,
Smiling as their scissors shape this happy Christmas caper.
Then the door swings open wide, a new aroma finding,
Mother’s hands bring gingerbread, the spicy sweetness binding.
Shapes of men and frosted trees upon the cloth she places,
Interrupting with a love that all their work embraces.
VACCINIUS
The son be fun
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River Song
Jealousy Quiet And Graceful Thou Art
Growing from a mountain far off in the blue,
trusted, a place to me dear.
Hither my thoughts and my dreams will ensue
after the taking of care.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming,
thinking of thee once so urgent to heart,
memories now just gleaming.
The old town bridge by the portal pulsar –
coupled and shining in stardom we are.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming.
The performance is by Suno (AI).
Growing from a mountain far off in the blue,
trusted, a place to me dear.
Hither my thoughts and my dreams will ensue
after the taking of care.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming,
thinking of thee once so urgent to heart,
memories now just gleaming.
The old town bridge by the portal pulsar –
coupled and shining in stardom we are.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming.
The performance is by Suno (AI).
Proof
I wrote a poem crazy regarded.
Seen as developed, seen as retarded.
Of being, I wrote, of to be as expected.
The terror I lived through could not be neglected.
What is funny about it, I really got mad.
From that time of my intellect was pretty sad.
Seeing it coming, I might say, today,
I felt for the option to be in that way.
Seen as developed, seen as retarded.
Of being, I wrote, of to be as expected.
The terror I lived through could not be neglected.
What is funny about it, I really got mad.
From that time of my intellect was pretty sad.
Seeing it coming, I might say, today,
I felt for the option to be in that way.
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