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So, Mother Mary's
baby's birthday's
breaking early.
Similarly, my back's sore,
probably pained
ever since sliding
so effervescently past
seventy stairs.
Blast Beverly's mansion's
slippery surfaces
making banister blisters.
Missing merry purposes
misused, erased essence.
So everybody
better buy me
some super excellent presents.
Maybe my singular spine
suffering prohibits
merriment-mustering.
Meanwhile,
many bitter snowstorms
blustering make practicing belief moot,
most people say.
But still,
everybody parties,
pulling evergreen bristles.
So many standing beneath mistletoe,
manning mouth pistols,
planning pre-arranged puckered pecks.
Possibly, probably,
many stranger salival exchanges
proof people should stop smooching
by mightily missed saviors,
so maybe my eleventy-six presents
may be privately savored.
Bam! MC Pantz bringing modern psalms!
Best, sickest,
most partying songs ever!
Sucka!