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Oct 2022
Christmas is coming
the goose is skin and bone
no one can afford to eat
it was freezing cold at home

I told the kids that Santa's sick
I think they understood
no prezzies underneath the tree
it's being used for firewood.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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