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Christmas Cold
It is so cold, the bones of my fingers were hurting.
But now, scarce minutes on, they hurt no more,
as sense, feeling, sensation are gone.
It is so cold, my throat and lungs contract, shudder, recoil.
I cough, and splutter, and gag and choke some more,
as I feel the Christmas cold.
And yet, there is a joy, a wild exhilaration.
My body, shocked, cannot defeat the lifting joy that swells,
as I reflect upon the warmth of Christmas.
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