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Impulse The silver foil Christmas tree Circled itself and sang a tune, Ornaments from frayed boxes December, but weather like June. Presents under the silver foil tree, A good many meant for child me, One day alone, unable to wait, I opened the box from Granny with haste. I tried to save the paper To wrap it back again. Granny sent me a Barbie doll. Was immediately my best friend. I tried to wrap the box To make it the same again. But when Mama looked under the tree My activity was all too plain. I don't remember a whipping. But that re-wrapped box I still can see I gave up a trust to impulse, Ashamed, that viper still fights to rule me.. Add a decade or two to my lifetime, Add a drink, a drink, a drink, and a drink. A splendid time befell me, I would not sink, Because not until morning would I dare to think. There were nights in Houston at Elan discotheque, My girlfriends shined, while I, well-wined, was the too-tall wobbling wreck. Finding most men ignored me. They were not as tall as my neck. However, last call often found me paired, accompanied for a dark body check. 204 |