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christmas poem

let us pity those who are better off than we are
as i lie roofed in, screened in
simply speaking
therefore i may not
with lips blood red and heart of stone
with the meek, brown eyes
when you come tonight
my son is dead and i am going blind
tell me less or tell me more
one by one, like leaves from a tree

 



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