Drawn to the lights
desire,
The moth burned by
the fire…
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Drawn to the lights
desire,
The moth burned by
the fire…
Orange, strangely cheesy,
Once you start you cannot quit,
A bag of tasty goodness,
Quite simply it’s wotsit.
Raise a glass
full of cheer,
When all alone
you down your beer.
A time for much reflection,
To look back with pronounced fear,
On all the things that we regret,
Oh great, it’s a New Year.
Spare a moment,
Take some time,
Eating great food,
Drinking wine,
In company,
Or on your own,
Find the places,
Those unknown,
Taste the dishes,
Then try more,
And in the end,
It’s to adore.
No purpose,
Lack drive,
The struggle,
To thrive.
A moment’s time,
I’ll take a chance,
To step right up,
And ask to dance