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| The man in the puddle |
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| Reflections in the ice |
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| Double vision |
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| Reflections and empty shelves |
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| The life around us, reflected in a glass |
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| The man in the puddle |
![]() |
| Reflections in the ice |
![]() |
| Double vision |
![]() |
| Reflections and empty shelves |
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| The life around us, reflected in a glass |
I wrote this poem years ago when I was a teenager. I have always loved the spirit of Christmas, remembering back to those days when our pare...