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Tuesday, December 10, 2013
SOMETHING FOR THE SEASON
Santa comes now in a parade.
A convertible packed
with all the toys
the elve made.
No longer down
the chimney he
does come nor
from a Pole but a town
Once you sit on his lap,
you fall prey to
what amounts to a
modern commercial trap
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