The town
is around,
here and there are sounds
of excited people.now i get
it, christmass and it's hazard is on groud
oh my pocket
is not at safe
it shall waste all to the cafe
Ego, the birth of a saviour was highly
celeberated
and none was left by.
I care to compare.Christmass now
is a stuff of conspiscious consumption,
severe fashion,
mouth geting ineberated.
ear should hear all this clothes and cows
are not the reason
for the season
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