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Jan 17th

little Christmas tree

you have come to me

for life

you are not plastic

indestructible

and you are not dead wood

shedding, drying

turning surely brown

and headed for the tip

recyclable

unhip

you are neat

and cute

and living

and if I water you

with care

you will be there

by next December still

and many more

to come

as, hopefully,

I will be, too

so,

here’s to you.




 
 
 

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