the shun, to think of Christmas. Bands mime pleas draped in an open fridge glare. Curved glass balls dot and blink, snowy triads filled with drink, and glee'd receipt presages meals mixed with rich stares.
Poem: It’s begun,
the shun, to think of Christmas. Bands mime pleas draped in an open fridge glare. Curved glass balls dot and blink, snowy triads filled with drink, and glee'd receipt presages meals mixed with rich stares.
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