a whisp of cold wind,
forgotten or ignored,
blows through unignited,
circles of doubt
and circumspect,
daunting challenges unfold,
pass the paper bag
contribute what you can
or not... does it matter?
wealth - the perceived evil,
fried in a pan with oil,
served cold - spends
just as easily as it does
from those manipulated
by false promises,
implications and
seasoned salesmen...
each year,
adorned with gifts,
we beg forgiveness from
those we know not,
expecting salvation and a
key to the door... not just
a whisp of cold wind.
November 28, 2025
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