Indian Giver: Lame Poem #6


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The one good thing about Christmas. Hickory Farm’s Summer Sausage gift packs that never make it to the tree…

It’s not my fault
It’s been calling to me
It was intended for some kin or such
But they probably won’t appreciate it my gift as much

I might as well eat it all before it goes bad
Don’t want to waste it, for that would be sad….

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You think they’ll miss this much…? I cut it really thin…

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