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Back to The Reading Lamp
Back to Tim's poetry the grinch that stole arbor daybring your toys so i can play leave them here & go away light a candle watch it burn place your loved ones in an urn throw away what's left behind the cookies & the tub of milk get some paper make a tree & put it up for me to see tis the season what a reason i'm not satan i'm not dog until i'm gone Tim © 1998 |