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My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of heaven.

Yet not in either lies the curse:
The hell of it's because
I don't know which loss hurt the worse --
My God or Santa Claus.

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 3:22 PM | Viewed: 2337 times

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