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Art Lee: A tale in rhyme from a past Christmas time (with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

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Once upon a midnight dreary

While we pondered weak and weary

Wrapping this year’s Christmas toys

Suddenly there came a rapping

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As if someone were gently tapping

Tapping on our bedroom door.

“Twas the kids! and nothing more.

Said two small voices (there are no more)

“Whad-ja doin’ Dad upon the floor?”

Quoth their father, “Shut the door.”

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