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Published on May 3, 2019

"Season's Pleadings"

Now there has gone

That polar sun

Which told the light to sleep.

The warming numb

Of buttered rum -

A winter’s night to keep.

Depart not from

This heart-warmed home.

For, if you stay with me,

My winter plum,

My Christmas dove,

I know, one day, you’ll be.



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