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Ho Ho Ho
"Mother, may I go outside and play?" I heard the
whispers coming up through the floorboard over
the crawlspace, thinking. It must be the wind or the
bones of the dead Santa Claus. Because I saw Mama,
without procrastinating, elongated Santa's throat.
Tattooing his lips with her kiss. Then danced with
Mr. Green Jeans, as I played with my Tinker Toys.
"Mother, may I go outside and play?"
whispers coming up through the floorboard over
the crawlspace, thinking. It must be the wind or the
bones of the dead Santa Claus. Because I saw Mama,
without procrastinating, elongated Santa's throat.
Tattooing his lips with her kiss. Then danced with
Mr. Green Jeans, as I played with my Tinker Toys.
"Mother, may I go outside and play?"
Published 4th Dec 2023
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