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Something I have not quite understood As to why it is part of Christmas. Tis the season, For fruitcake. A little bundle of squishy undercooked bread Stuffed with candied fruits and nuts. The loaf of No thank you...please. Though seemingly undesired, The dessert reigns on. Wrapped in clear plastic So that you may marvel at its artificial glory. Tied off with a bow. Ready to be received by those you love most. Tis the season, For fruitcake.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
Fruitcake
Something I have not quite understood As to why it is part of Christmas. Tis the season, For fruitcake. A little bundle of squishy undercooked bread Stuffed with candied fruits and nuts. The loaf of No thank you...please. Though seemingly undesired, The dessert reigns on. Wrapped in clear plastic So that you may marvel at its artificial glory. Tied off with a bow. Ready to be received by those you love most. Tis the season, For fruitcake.
I realize it is far past Christmas but it snowed yesterday. It seems appropriate now :)
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
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