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Another Christmas Poem


In a garage  workshop adorned with pine and holly,

My hands entwined in wreath-making folly.

Twisting vines with a craftsman's grace,

Creating circles of joy, each a unique embrace.


In this crafty endeavor, where memories are spun,

Wreath-making magic, a tradition begun.

With laughter and love, each wreath tells a story,

A festive creation, in all its glory.










































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