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How difficult to rejoice when one hears That those relatives against whose predations Dead-bolts have been fitted on every door Are visiting for Christmas after all Let us rejoice that the nephews who pick locks And break the windows in the garden shed And ride the patio doors off their hinges And pocket pewter chessmen for their play Will be with us merrily once more With their mothers – ‘tis the season to abhor
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
Gaudete Sunday with Young Genghis Khans in Training
How difficult to rejoice when one hears That those relatives against whose predations Dead-bolts have been fitted on every door Are visiting for Christmas after all Let us rejoice that the nephews who pick locks And break the windows in the garden shed And ride the patio doors off their hinges And pocket pewter chessmen for their play Will be with us merrily once more With their mothers – ‘tis the season to abhor
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
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