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An Advent Poem

Puffy songbirds with clear blue eyesHappy children skating, cheeks rosy redSanta’s clothes are drying while he prepares for workAnd Mrs. Claus keeps him very well fed. It’s a grand old timeIt’s a glorious timeEverything old is new againNot even a scratch. But there seems to be a little smudgedeep down in my psycheI didn’t even …

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