celebrating christmas - 12 days of poems

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
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All the love in the world, in the tenderest breeze;
to whisper the words, that crinkle and tissue crease,
in your sleepy head, beside your teddy in bed.
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All the pennies that could fill up the North Sea;
wherein the wet world of the fish, crustations roam free,
in your dreads they swim with you safely in bed.
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I call out your name, the tree of life in my head.
Your name rhymes with branch; and its willowy touch,
is solid enough to fruit, yet taut, splendid, packs punch.
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Shall your love be enough little one to help you stay solid,
safely in bed, the world in your head is too rich and too polished.
Education will teach that dreams are a lie;
on which none of us can entirely rely.
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Only love will hold you - as it will hold me
All the love in the world on the tenderest breeze;
softly bubbles the words until they crinkle and crease.

(c) Rosalind J. Lee