His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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Wishing upon winter
Legend has it that the soft puffs of cloudy jubilance That hang trustfully at the tip of our red Christmas hats, Those of which Santa sleighed from the 1st to 12th day, Are the seasons' last harvest of dandelions, salvaged Straight from fall's final acts of warmth and wisdom. Taken stealthily into the tender hands of his helpers In a few mere seconds before the first barrage of snow. Heat would spread through the stitches on the mittens Of the ever-youthful elves Saint Nick counted on, And as they embark on their voyage to the North Pole From rest of the chill-plagued world, they'd blush— Cheeks growing pink as the tips of their perked ears— At the rush of preparations they'd spearhead on scrolls Just in time for the holidays' light, love, and laughter (And our home shall be drenched with dread no more). The flowers are kept dearly in peppermint-lined lofts With the same earthy hues and fragrances of spring that Take them back to when they were wee, fuzzy buds, And the same ambiance of autumn that blessed them With the reds of growth, the yellows of kindness, and Golds of wonder that fuel a child's Christmas prayer. Harnessed in joyous power, harmlessly, carefully, and Paying creation's little love-children no beatings of harm They adorn the crown that keeps Santa's head warm, Like a pendant to a necklace, a charm to a bracelet, A gift to every smile that lights nations year-round, And the same shooting star you long to wish upon.
