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Nov 2021
grows more every year
birthed it and gave it nourishment
it likes to grow now, wants to grow
it feeds upon past memories
skeletons from previous years' lists
the burnt offerings of cards
in the fireplace
roasted chestnut traditions
in the open flame of hope
wishes for a better better year
while we char our meats black
on Friday instead of fish
or is that good Friday fry
either way the list is listing
as wet weather turns cold as ice
and white is the color on trimmed
red coats and roof tops

-cec
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