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Apr 2017
I beat up Santa
I beat up Santa because he said i was bad.
he told me i was on he naughty list.
so on Christmas eve i climbed the tree.
I hide just to see if that fat man
Was going to bring me toys.
There he was just as i looked.
out came a bag of coal for me.
I jumped up and dropped kick like I was in the WWE.
Put a headlock on him until he passed out.
I took his hat a award for me.
And as i went to bed I yelled Hay fat man don't mess with me.
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
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