Poetry
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Smooth Between Sea and Land
Here, on the level sand, Between the sea and land, What shall I build or write Against the fall of night? Tell me of runes…
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Santa and the Reindeer
“This is the hour,” said Santa Claus, “The bell rings merrily.” Then on his back he slung his pack, And into his sleigh climbed he.…
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Point of View
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and thankless Christmas dinner’s dark and blue When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view. Sunday…
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Skin Stealer
This evening I unzipped my skin And carefully unscrewed my head, Exactly as I always do When I prepare myself for bed. And while I…