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Mar 2016
The Christmas tree was dragged down,
Slayed like a beast, she was
Skinned of her decoration hide,
She looked a lot less pretty naked,
But God, she looked wild and free,
She was not ready to wither away,
She was not going to lay down and die,
Not just yet,
Not just now.

-Jamie F. Nugent
Jamie F Nugent
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Jamie F Nugent  M/Ireland
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