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Apr 2017
I was going to the south.
As i crossed the mason Dixon line.
I saw in the bright southern sky
a little sled.flying fast as it could.
When I looked down the road.
There it was in a field of grass.
Reindeer all over the place.
A larger fat man in a red hat, sunglass and shorts was standing near.
When i got to Charlotte town. at a motel 6 you could see
Santa claus in the swimming pool.
on the back of the sled parked right near, I saw a sign it read to me
these merry words.
Heading south ya all see you on Christmas day
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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