BG thanks thanks for something for nothing for anything for everything thanks for remembering for forgetting for helping for holding thanks for
magic pour a little bubbly liquid libation time for a celebration take a sip of this a magical concoction stripping years & years of fears & tears that
BG Happy Holidays Where has the time gone too? that turkey we devoured in November still seems to be sticking to the ribs in the month of December wrapped in bows that
BG count your happiness the food enough to stuff everyone plates piled every conceivable dish and delicious they were leaving stomachs over filled overly content thinking 1 should not eat again the news turned on to find
BG my endless sea all my ducks wouldn’t stand in a row they waddled here & there with no place to go quacking became louder making little sense to me
BG waiting for wednesday here i sit waiting for wednesday something new something special out of the ordinary a sunless day