Christmas Lights - Poem by david gerardino
THEY buried, JESUS CHRIST, today.
said he was little strang, a little
even his friends said his eyes looked
like CHRISTMAS lights, and his arms
strong as trees.
THEY buried, JESUS CHRIST, today, said
it had to be done before 3pm, said his
eyes looked like CHRISTMAS LIGHTS,
and his blood, nothing more then cheap
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