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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire
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Date Posted: 23:23:18 12/20/01 Thu
Author Host/IP: richfield-96.sisna.com/209.210.191.96
'Twas weeks before Christmas, here at my house,
while I sat at my computer, clicking my mouse.
I heard a big crash, wondered, what's the matter?,
it was Santa Claus, he'd gotten fatter.
He didn't mean to crash, it was such a shame,
on a burned out nose bulb, he placed the blame.
While he was visiting, I could not type,
so we shared an apple that was over ripe.
I didn't have any cookies for St. Nick,
and I had to get my poetry done quick.
He said, "Happy Christmas," as he flew out of sight,
and, "it's quiet there now, so write, write, write."
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