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Dec 2021
It is everywhere this season,
Mother looks like father looks like
daughter looks like son.
As they gather around the holiday tree
Like escapees from corporate Whoville,
They sing songs to a baby
Who couldn't care less about Target.
Traci Sims
Written by
Traci Sims  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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