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Aug 11
Once upon a time
As I was sipping my wine
The clock struck 12
I saw with my own eyes elves
I didn’t know what to think
Perhaps I was thinking on a story I read in ink
But all during while
I knew this situation wasn’t my style
I tried to stand up
But felt back on my couch
I might have been drunk
But my mind is thinking, it is all bunk
Yet, the elves were surrounding me
At least that is what I could see
Maybe my mind was focusing on a fairytale
My wine could very well have been ale
But not in the ginger tense
Suddenly I began to drift off
Journey I was
Venture into the unknown
Land of where
But my mind was getting me nowhere
So my drift was into my bed
I felt asleep instead
The elves I didn’t remember
Perhaps I was somber
I am not going to even wonder
Written by
preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
     INDEED, Jean Fisher and Imran Islam
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