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And so, Christmas, the startled heron,
Flew to the next dreary pole,
Stopped at a 7-11 for a moment,
Only to glance at the blind-eyed clerk,
To smirk in the face of the beer cooler,
To spit thrice in the toilet,
And to clean his feathers in relaxing gasoline
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