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harp or Hark!
sums Holiday verse
a past purse
of orders shipped
via Yesteryear’s credit
To re-edit
Inflated memories
with the new currency
of a present purchased-
a subscription of tradition,
the opting in of the always been,

A Good Cheer Atmosphere,
tied in a Bow…

Even I,
bow to it.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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