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Christmas at the Orphanage
Diamond sparkle snow Under moonlight glow Glistening and winking at me. Christmas is near With it comes fear Of no presents under the tree. But wait, it’s St. Nick So jolly and quick At giving out presents with glee. I believe it’s time To end this rhyme And open the present for me
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