by Douglas Polk
Christmas songs play on the radio,
faded and lifeless,
the hope diminished,
if not gone,
death alive,
in heart and mind,
awaiting a peace and good will,
seemingly never to come.
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May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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