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Period Piece iii‘twas Christmas day in the work house Time for the residents' annual treat The warden opened the kitchen door So they could smell his cooking meat Now to our more modern minds That could be thought of as cruel But he thought it added spice To their dry bread and gruel For remember in those days past In that world of black and white To be poor and ill and needing Cost their every human right For to be dependent on charity Was very near a mortal sin Only the barest of necessities For those that were let in At least they could plead ignorance For their cruelty and cold abuse All these enlightened years later I wonder what we use as our excuse Vote for this poem
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