Ain't ain't a word that rhymes with Christmas.
Ain't ain't a word that goes along.
Ain't ain't a word to say for holiday jingles because
Ain't ain't a word to sing in song.
I ain't sure what the new year will bring me.
I ain't sure what it'll bring to you.
I ain't sure that this poem can fit under your tree because
I ain't sure that this poem will do.
see? it only SORTA works.
Love, CG/MEP
*purposefully misspelling.
The daily ponderings of Beth Peters as she writes about Cystic Fibrosis and lung trasnplant.
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I love this poem and I ain't afraid to say so. Missed you at the reunion yesterday, but everyone says hi and we are all thinking of you. Especially RK what with the proposal and all.
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