Tropical Fruit
Thursday, December 22, 2011
A Christmas Carolynn
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His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
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