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Gifts On this Morn

Gifts On This Mornby Michael DoyleIt’s just how it is since we were bornWe await the superficial gifts of this mornExcited eyes search around the Christmas treeWondering what presents are for you and meThen when all the gifts have been … Continue reading

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