Horrible horrible poetry
Amid Christmas Cheer
I know, all I know
is one thing is clear.
Santa exists
and so do his Reindeer
I stand on wintery shelves and see my old tunes
I see old places and that quality that still echos the past
I remember remember the tokens of youth
And I long, I long to bring it back from the past...
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