Dog goD 8Hate
Shrinking Contingent - Poem by Dog goD 8Hate
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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