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Christmas is Passed
Taking down the decorations Putting Santa away Stored in the attic with the junk To wait another day All the rich seasonal food On which we’ve gorged all week Have turned into beans and rice But what of my physique? Now I must wait for a whole year For that delicious fare Maybe when Christmas arrives again Gone will be my spare tire.
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