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Christmas Eve Visit
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Christmas Eve Visit
Silver moonlight
Stumbled across the lanes
Of the icy tin roof
Paused for breath
In the rusty gutter
Then gently slid
To the ground
Bitter wind
Caused the lone hinge
Of the stable door
To shriek and keen
For the grey mare
Back to work Morning
DescriptionI'm back to work this morning, Happy Christmas Everyone
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I'm back to work this morning, Happy Christmas Everyone
BACK TO WORK MORNING
Softly it fell though we saw it not
All through the night till dawns misty light
Snug warm in our beds though the cold whispered its cause
Young minds on toys from old Santa Claus
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