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Christmas
Wish List
A group with a mandolin,
A guitar and a feeble
Attempt at carolling,
Some Irish dancing to
A scratchy LP played
Through a tinny system
Forty notches past too
Loud, and it was clear
Why the promoter left
For a warm holiday on
This cusp of winter,
Out of the blue boredom
Of it all I remembered
A lady I once casually
Knew, who always had
A penis with a man
Hanging from it at
The top of her
Christmas wish list.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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