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18h
After seeing the ruthless killings
of black, tiny, weak kids on TV,
from starvation in Africa
on Christmas Eve,
I tiptoed back to my
white son's room,
made off with the gifts I had left,
burned them,
and killed the Santa Claus.
Muhammad Sami Sadiq
Written by
Muhammad Sami Sadiq  40/M/Sweden
(40/M/Sweden)   
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