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I carry the cruelty of winter
It aches on my skin like a splinter
The cold bleeds through the seasons
Fragile bones move with no reason
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
2016
Blah blah blah
Enjoy
Somebody got a shotgun from Santa
If I craved loud noise I would move to Atlanta
They've fired it every ten seconds
At least they seem to be firing in the opposite
direction
Woe unto me , the southern holiday firearm obsession* ...
Copyright December 25 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Happy  Xmas. Everyone.
And  best  wishes
for  the  New  Year.
Many  thanks  for  all  your  support.
Take  care.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
He said his Christmas Eve was good
in his recliner, TV cranked,
drapes closed,

bottle of Nyquil in one hand,
remote control, in the other,

waiting

for NBC News
to end and football
to begin.
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