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Silent Night
It was the night before Christmas morning I lay, restless In silk pyjamas Listening to all That was Unfamiliar. Tentatively, I removed the Earplugs, hoping That the incessant Growling of dogs In the yard, And the scratch Of cat’s paws on the door Had ceased. But alas. I turned to look At him And wondered If a kick in the midriff Would stop The snoring. How I longed For a Silent Night. This poem was written for
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