Evocative moon
Wrapped in a writhing grey cloud
A Brontë novel
Mist
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I’ve seen sparkly lights in windows
of shops full of jingling bells
I see miserly men smile
I see the angels roar high
in the air on a streak of snow
I know they’re angels
I’ve seen them flash in the setting sun
I’ve seen them I tell you
they’re as true as true can be
I’ve seen them
though they could be reindeer
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He holds out his can with
very little if any hope of alms
the battered sprig of mistletoe
having nil effect on the passing
populace that shared
not a smile not even
a sneer with the person
that real person that sat with
his spare hand
smoothing his dog
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