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Pick up the day for what it has

The night’s tail been dragged away
Into the darkness
Like a wailing hound it smells
Of fire ash and the remnant way
Choiceless still petrified dumb
Freezing cold disease stricken
Wrapped in midnight torn patches
Tomorrow there will be another one
Boy or girl lighting their last matches
No they don’t, no they’ve never known
Never known it’s Christmas time
They had to
Pick up the day for what it has
And drag it away into the night

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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