I hear the sound of bells going down to my heart I see Santa Claus on the roof top I hear Santa eating the cookies near my pink room. I also hear the sound of when he drink the milk in my house the next day I my gifts when I find them. I hear the sound of the rapping paper taring down and I know I need to what one more years to hear the magic bell sing in my ear on and on.
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I like the poem but go back and one of the sentence doesn't sound right.
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