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ice..ice..ice..beneath the swell
a turkey brown to Hell
mistaken from the altar call
mistaken...must be taken
San Diego...places to go
an even charge outside my window
Denver,.. applause...to & fro,
I hear the music
Santa Claus doesn't exist
there are signs beside his absence
Santa would burn inside the chimney's furnace
I'm frozen, mixed blend of ego sprayed...,
long laughter heart prone after
package store,
play his guitar like Eddie Van Halen
cement in the game
a chase that's through
no offense to you
beats to the rhyme &
rhyme for a reason
have in the spark of a changing toward the season
Winter is here again old Lord
a simple blend the party will show
light's, cameras & action
