If wishes were horses
How free we'd all be
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
We'd have all, enough resources
Even the blind could see
If wishes were horses
Love would just reinforce us
In our new found glee
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
We'd quickly clear the field of gorses
Doubling our lands value in our spree
If wishes were horses
Our confidence would endorse us
As we sold the old peach tree
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
Our limits would have no sources
We'd have no need for the oldbie
If wishes were horses
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
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I May Not Get A White Christmas
I may not get a white Christmas But I'll be cozy inside with my family by my side We'll listen to the waves crash while drinking coffee and cocoa Before unwrapping our presents as the holiday goes Excited to see what each Santa brought us I won't even notice there's no white Christmas for me Plenty of snow in each Christmas movie Leaving our minds in the snow flakes With warm feelings melting the frost away Waking the better part of me I may not get a white Christmas But with the festivities we'll get carried away Snug in our beds the silver reflection of moon on the ocean, same as snow No one will know there's anything missing Except for those no longer present At it's end, thoughts and prayers to be able to do it again next year
By simplicity5 months ago in Poets
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