Whew And Wow
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Whew
Here comes Santa fagged out, dog-tired,
With his flowing white beard,
Wiping his sweat beads at last,
He's back form tiring Christmas task,
His bag of goodies emptied,
Missing his reindeer stead,
When back at last from it all,
Whew, what a task tough and tall!
Wow
There goes an old man poor, unlettered,
In meagre clothes all tattered
Despite December's cold,
On to his task undeterred,
‘Pon his shoulder a bulging bag-fold,
Eyeing the goodies littered,
Wow, he utters with joy!
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Christmas is nigh and I foresee such a scene shortly.
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Happenings | 47.12.2019 |
Topic: today, plenty, poverty, Christmas
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