No Fridge To Raid Poem by Neil Horn

No Fridge To Raid



With ice and snow upon the ground
Birds hopes for food soon fade,
When hungry we can raid the fridge
But they've no fridge to raid.
A Christmas View It doesn't cost for gifts of love
Spend as many as you may,
You'll feel rich beyond compare
On this merry Christmas day.

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