too much to do i
reel
at (the) thought
of
seven christmases
at home
alone
no
body
to cuddle with
under
my new snuggie
and (the) trees
all
bursting with light
so
i won't pass
i won't collect two
hundred dollars i'll
just
go straight to bed
and
rest my
unbrushed hair
on (the) pretty,
after,
thought of smoking
coal...
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