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EPIDEMIC OF LOVE The Christmas tree stands with decorations galore. One thing still missing, not one gift is on the floor. Lights of red and white, also those of green and blue now light up the night, we have caught the shopping flu. Turning kinda crazy and with no shot for this bug, we buy silly things, one shopping cart cannot lug. It’s just a symptom sent to us from up above that seems contagious, an epidemic of love. Monty
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