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Grandad's Christmas Reverie
He thought
All I want is here
the tree that reaches the ceiling:
with the decorations the boy had helped hang
and the lights he could reach
to pull off
He thought
I hope they like my gifts
the presents beneath the low branches:
with the labels that the girls had turned over
and peeped at to see
which was theirs
He thought
I am alone with Christmas
the many...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 11:52 pm
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