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Christmas Tree In July
The alcoholic was never organized
enough to dismantle
his unkilled Christmas tree.
Month after month it
was more festooned by spider
webs. And yet as July came, through the
dust covered window lonely
passersby could see only the lights.
They felt a sudden cheer.
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Footnote: 16 reasons not to kill
a fir for the holidays.
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/saiom/prose/1093145
