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and so....
The moon on the breasties of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of midday to objects over there;
When, what to my bleeding dry eyes should show up,
But a little dented tin boat, and eight or so &&$#(# stinky raindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and glam,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Clam.
More rapid than gannets his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and screamed at them by name.
Now Basher and Dizzy
and ^$&*%_ and that pretty little vixen,
Vomet////. and F^$&# Stupid,
and Flounder and Stop Bitchin',
Go Eff&$&@# **(($// selfs
... And you with the ^%#$&#* Red // &*@@)< Lite on yr ^#&Ff*Ff Nose! Gaet yur A$$ *%&#$ front ////...()
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