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Holy Night

 


credit cards
flashing
in the night sky
&
Santa’s sleigh
choking
with children’s debt
&
a love
that’s fueled
by Xmas tree
hugs & tinsel

‘twas the night'
before
baby Jesus
was born
&
there was no
silence
to be found
&
the only thing
sacred & holy
was the broken
busker playing
‘Joy to the World’
on his crumpled
&
rusting saxophone



badmalthus
Written by badmalthus (Harry Rout)
Published
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HO HO HO!
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