This is the day His hour of life draws near, Let me get ready from head to foot for it Most handily with eyes to pick the year For small feed to reward a feathered wit. Some men would see it an epiphany At ease, at food and drink, others at chase Yet I, stung lassitude, with ecstasy Unspent argue the season`s difficult case So: Man, dull critter of enormous head, What would he look at in the coiling sky? But I must kneel again unto the Dead While Christmas bells of paper white and red, Figured with boys and girls spilt from a sled, Ring out the silence I am nourished by.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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