Poem: It’s begun,

the shun,
to think of Christmas.
Bands mime pleas
draped in an 
open fridge glare.
Curved glass balls
dot and blink,
snowy triads
filled with drink,
and glee'd receipt
presages meals
mixed with
rich stares.

Published by Pat Mellow

Making fewer mistakes than Trump since 2016.

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