Holiday Noir: If The Fates Allow
From now on/our troubles will be out of sight….
That time of the year.
Comes up pretty quick, don’t it?
Like a mug whispering a gat from his overcoat pocket.
People all merry bright.
Me? I’m just holed up for a while.
Watchin’ the snow blow.
Little juice. Pack of Lucky’s.
I got not troubles.
Not right now, at least.
Through the years/We all will be together…If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
Sure, why not.
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