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Black Christmas
Black Christmas
Fifty fucking years
this black snow’s fallen
every Christmas.
It fell on my father
and his father before him.
Stepping out
into the grey December light
cold and tired.
Home to a bath
and the warm hearth
of family.
A bond of men
tighter than brothers,
thicker than blood,
darker than midnight.
All gone now,
like d...
Friday 18th December 2015 11:07 pm

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