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Jul 2015
i see faces
wrinkled from gossip,
eyes like lightbulbs,
tongues that scribble,
malicious jawbones
gouging across a page.

Suddenly a Christmas card
comes to life on a mantel
and a splendid silken angel
with eyes the color of diamonds
smirks at a mirror
while faces without features
vanish through a fireplace
already cold and white.
Written by
Vernon Waring  72/M/King of Prussia, PA
(72/M/King of Prussia, PA)   
640
   --- and Kelley A Vinal
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