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Christmas
the parish priest so elegantly white
looked across his congregation
dreaming of a white christmas
pining for the glaciers and the fjords
scrawny little brown people
looked at the adorned tree
they could buy food with that
they thought kneeling on rough cement
he taught them to praise the God
in white dress and curly golden hair
ask them for the coins they could spare
from this christmas celebration
we went home exhausted and hungry
afterwards had rice with salted fish.
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