Saint Pressies Poem by Michael Witkowski
Saint Pressies
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i paid You a visit
9.30pm - Christmas saint
with a tree, packed rags
tags, bags, togs, clogs, pressies
and smithereens splintered
in heavy breadcase. marched
stomping heavy legs barren
on cracking snow, freeze
crystallizes my nerves- my
nerves sliced juices
of all parts
Monday, January 10, 2005
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