# Thirteenth Hour Of Christmas Poem by astaldo ELVEN
# Thirteenth Hour Of Christmas
Things are taking a turn
The rich has to be unhappy
While the poor gets joy in return
This Christmas was certainly not Merry.
On the thirteenth hour of Christmas
They spoke of divorce
They fought til the police had to be called
They hurled abuses, they exchanged curses.
Leaving us the innocent children
Crying in the deafening silence
Leaving us the helpless children
Suffering a merry xmas.
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