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christmas poetry

why then, must we see?
burly, dozing humble-bee
it tells of good old times
very well, you liberals
since, if you stood by my side today
with lips blood red and heart of stone
beneath the warrior's helm
leave the lovely words unsaid
what was it the engines said
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon

 



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