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Nov 2017
They announced there was an additional day
That would be called the thirteenth day of Christmas
I thought this was very unlucky but I dare not say
But in my head I screamed  no you fools what on earth is this?

Twelve was so good because it was almost biblically stored.
Twelve disciples and the twelve sons of Israel.
But thirteen is so unlucky that it doesn’t even have a floor.
I have to get in touch to someone to appeal.

If I don’t intervene the new last day of Christmas would be January 7.
There should be a room with concerned relatives for people who made it.
Forget a Stairway, I need a telephone line to heaven.
Because I am sure that the people would not be elated.

Then I woke up from my dream, and it was Christmas Eve.
You would not think the crazy events the mind can believe.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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   Carina
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