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Sod Santa!
And how his eyes glisten'
But… Sod Santa, I say
Not that anyone listens
With high whistles and bells,
The lights and the fog horn
And wet reindeer smells
The noise, the commotion
The hurry, the fuss
The shouting and cursing
As he flies dawn to dusk
of the hooves on my roof
Nor the turds t...
Monday 14th December 2015 1:57 pm
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