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   From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid   
      
   > >> Exile   
   > >>   
   > >> Christmas morning 1995   
   > >> About six months   
   > >> into exile   
   > >> Still some hope   
   > >> And a whole lot of love.   
   > >>   
   > >> Delivery of presents   
   > >> Santa myth trashed   
   > >> for my children   
   > >> Not my design   
   > >> Against my will.   
   > >>   
   > >> Got the okay to stop by   
   > >> I step in from another world   
   > >> Bearing gifts   
   > >> Smiles to mask   
   > >> my smashed heart.   
   > >>   
   > >> Memory and dreams   
   > >> This may pass   
   > >> But the final statement   
   > >> The final f**k off gesture   
   > >> To me.   
   > >>   
   > >> Proof that I was no longer real   
   > >> I no longer belonged   
   > >> Was not that   
   > >> I didn't get a gift   
   > >> Not a single one.   
   > >>   
   > >> But when I asked her   
   > >> She said she had   
   > >> given him a shirt.   
   > >>   
   > >> Black day   
   > >> December 25 1995   
   > >> I sucked it up   
   > >> Smiled at the kids   
   > >> with holiday toys   
   > >> Tried to hide   
   > >> my nightmare of pain.   
   > >>   
   > >> Sat in my old spot   
   > >> North side if the sofa   
   > >> Smiled a goodbye   
   > >> And walked away into the big   
   > >> The moor   
   > >> To Shadowville,   
   > >> already dead inside   
   > >> Never to return.   
   > >>   
   > >> -Will Dockery   
      
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