Treasure Island

Dog goD 8Hate

(Grass Valley, Ca.)

Shrinking Contingent


The clan,
a shrinking contingent
of Santa's friends,
contended for singular status,
and at giving...
that was last year.
Now, due to apprising
remarks, they're more cautious...
for that derogate cause and vacuity.

I told them: marry Xmas, she's a virgin.


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Submitted: Thursday, December 24, 2009

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