december then

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december then by 24 lines of themz ‘ing read poemz ( ‘ing )



december then so wish us luck

snow white rabbits

the 1st - pinch punch


the month of ten & raving suns

plus julius

octavian


the mistletoe & frost bit toes

oh yule you fool

i don't suppose


a ribboned gift is wrapped for me

do partridges

roost in pear trees?


who gives a shit? get spending yous

money's a god

sod off - not true


dark afternoons as solstice looms

airing cupboards

them dried mushrooms


the piss'eads prowl with santa hats

upon their heads

the red-faced prats


december then so wish us luck

& then the end

the end?

oh fuck

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