There are inward wounds
And racing hearts
In those of us consumed by pain
That walk the street of sad retreat
Far too tired to go insane
Pallor, pale, clammy, white
We stare at passing stores
Thirty, restless, tired, and cold
With chills that shake us
To the core
'Who will warm our bodies cold? '
'Who's to save a bleeding us? '
'Help us Lord! We're shocky actors.'
'Thank you God, for Christmas Factor.'
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1977, edited in 1985
'Christmas Factor' describes 16 symptoms
of shock and the life that is ours because of Christmas.
Christmas Factor is also Factor IX
in your blood...an antihemophilic factor B,
plasma thromboplastin component.
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