Once Upon a December
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Last published Fri, Jul 21, 2017
One April, three met. One July, two fell in love. One September, one confessed. One December-
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"Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory.
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember.
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December..."
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