John F. McCullagh (09/28/1954 / Flushing)
A Pint at Christmas
This is a Christmas time request
to join in a good deed.
I’m Giving a pint at Christmastime
To strangers who are in need.
So raise your sleeve and not your glass
Don’t let blood banks run dry!
The pint you give might help one live
Who otherwise might die.
Then afterwards we’ll raise a glass,
two heroes, you and I.
We must replenish after all
And not let the well run dry.
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