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I, Noelle
I, Noelleby Michael DoyleGrowing up there was nothing as pleasantAs waiting on Christmas Eve for presentsHe was like a lamb to metaphorical slaughterAs I snuck up on my Santa Claus fatherAs his daughter, there was much prideExcept for the part … Continue reading →
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