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December 11, 2006 - A poem about Family

I killed Santa

I killed Santa
and then I broke
your heart.
I couldn’t lie.
I thought you knew.
This was the day
he died.
I told you,
he was a dream
to gently wake -
I whispered this
was part
of growing
Yet still
the tears rolled
and you sobbed
and you cried again,
not foolish at all -
forever like,
a child.


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