Clinton Van Inman
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NO IN MY NOEL

I learned at an early age
What happens to all snowmen,
Why the fake beards
 
As I sat upon his lap
And took his hard candy.
Now there is only no in my noel.
 
But I fool them in my
Berry reds and holly greens
Perpetual as prize ribbons
 
Now New Years breaks with bad breath
While the world awaits with
Its perfect white teeth, I run like a gnome.

 

GUESTS

It was no accident my coming here,
They must have known long before
I wandered to their farmhouse near
That soon I'd knock upon their door.
 
 
 
Call it more than a good neighbor's sense
In snow to leave the porch lamp lighted
Or post the sign on the picket fence,
For those in need are all invited.

 

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