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Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Louisiana
Posts: 7,402
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Twas the night before election and all through the house
Everyone was hungry, even the mouse. The stocking were hung 3 years ago with care In hopes that St Nick would soon be there The children were nestled all in their beds No air condition was on, it was miserable dred Mamma in her work cloths and I in my cap Had just settled our empty stomachs for a long winters nap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprung up from bed to see what was the matter. To my wondering eyes should appear The one in charge for 3 long year “Now Tyrone, Now Sebrina, Now Queen Latifa On Rufus, On Dufus, On Cassandra and chili Mac” “Get yo a@@ on the poearch” “And dash away dash away dash away all” Before I knew it he was on the roof Making noise with his sack Then he ordered his clan to stay back And down the chimney Barry came down. His eyes were like dollar signs His cheeks were like chocolate He pulled out a pack of Luckys And lit up a match He was skinny and stinky NO bath in a while And with that look in his eye and a twist of his head I knew I would be better off dead He spoke not a word but went straight to his work He packed all our stuff in our stocking we had hung And send them up the chimney so he could give away some When he was done he handed me a book A Smile came upon his face. He said this is my gift to you, it’s my daddy’s dream. You shall pay for his vision. And record it in this book. That you mom and dad for electing this man.
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