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Dec 2012
The night santa sack burst, for all my friends and poets
and please remember my life is in your hands.

Santa took off that day as he always did
not noticing the stiching of his sack was loose
casting presents as he went even santa did not see them fall
Boys got dolls
Girls got astro toys

Santa got back after a long night, after the eleve told him, put his hands on his head
and said.        OK man sorry that was my bag man.

Have a fab Christmas all and happy holidays from this man whom is called PAUL  ***
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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