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Poetry Saying The Least

It was the sunniest day of the month. The air was getting brisk and the temperature very frigid. People were walking around in straight lines trying to keep themselves warm. The holidays were nearing and the remembrance of Santa were in the people’s mind. A smile formed and very slowly disappeared. The jolly feeling was whelming and the small particles of excitement formed. The joy of holidays made the people feel a sense and the want of happiness broadened. Days would go by for special days. The glow in people’s eyes existed. The change in society’s appearance grew. Decorations and spirits were out. The sound of jingles and chimes were heard. Time was ticking and so was money, love, and hearts. The passionate way of hymns and music orchestrated the way of life. It set out a source we’ve all seem to know and love. Every season. Every holiday. Every year.