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End of Shift (A Christmas Tragedy)
Tears
Trickled
       Down her cheeks
       At the sight of
              The empty stocking,
              The house, unvisited.
                     While, next door, Father Christmas
            Looked at his watch, zipped up his bag
                    And roared home for breakfast in his Jag.
Friday 29th November 2024 8:48 am
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