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Robert W Service - The Sceptic
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My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of heaven.

Yet not in either lies the curse:
The hell of it`s because
I don`t know which loss hurt the worse —
My God or Santa Claus.
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