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Hoarding
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2021-07-14
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kings are we
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this band of three
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our splendor gleams
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for all to see
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and we trek on
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to yonder end
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to greet the babe
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in stable pen
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some years with legs
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some years without
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lasered glass
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or wooden cutout
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Christmas lights
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in constant prayer
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ceaseless trek
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up wooden stairs
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every year
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bodies grow smaller
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featureless
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Holy Mother
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to ceramic slivers
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we will all erode
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no more gifts for
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us to bestow
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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