the first of december came with a hard rain in the shivering cold a truth became plain to have and to hold would never come again with the first of december I remember... again ... ... ... the fifth of december came with bitter winds and they blew me away as depression set in the love I dreamed of may never begin with the fifth of december I remember... again ... ... ... the eight of december came with sudden shock with the pull of a trigger with the sound of a shot and we never appreciate all that we've got with the eight of december I remember... a lot ... ... ... with december sixteen I just look up to heaven and try to remember when december was seven and the good and the bad was I ever eleven? and the happy and sad am I just going mad?... ... ... ... the whole of december is dichotomy at least that is how it appears to me for my personal reasons that no one can see and for many others obviously ... ... ... the twenty-fifth of december came with a false smile for all through the year it frowned all the while traditions are one thing but so is pretense for some it is Christmas for most... just expense ... ... ... the end of december came with the first snow in the early morning the world seemed to glow and I hope tomorrow my garden will grow with the end of december I remember... the flow ... ... ... it's a circle, a cycle a pendulum swing and with each new day dawns another song to sing so maybe tomorrow what december will bring is the joy and the pleasure I'm not remembering ... ... ... with the first of december I lost my best friend with the first of december I remember... again The First Of December (You Were The First) Ric Candor ©1998  EMAIL
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