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Cinnamon Holly



Soccer mom
cinnamon my soul with the hanging holly
breaking the chill from the old man's ire
Take your heels off and rest by the fire
I am here to pay my due
for how you uplifted me
in the waning light of this December night
Sweet, priceless you, pulled me through
like every bow you'd tie
Every piece of holiday pie
I taste the sweet in you
 

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