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Well well old Father Christmas is it you	A
With your thick neck and thin pretense of virtue	A
Less redness in the nose nay even some blue	A
Would not I think particularly hurt you	A
When seen close to not mounted in your car	B
You look the drunkard and the pig you are	B
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No matter sit you down for I am not	C
In a gray study as you sometimes find me	D
Merry O no nor wish to be God wot	C
But there's another year of pain behind me	D
That's something to be thankful for the more	E
There are behind the fewer are before	E
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I know you Father Christmas for a scamp	F
But Heaven endowed me at my soul's creation	G
With an affinity to every tramp	F
That walks the world and steals its admiration	G
For admiration is like linen left	C
Upon the line got easiest by theft	C
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Good God old man just think of it I've stood	C
With brains and honesty some five and twenty	D
Long years as champion of all that's good	C
And taken on the mazzard thwacks a plenty	D
Yet now whose praises do the people bawl	H
Those of the fellows whom I live to maul	H
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Why this is odd the more I try to talk	I
Of you the more my tongue grows egotistic	I
To prattle of myself I'll try to balk	I
Its waywardness and be more altruistic	I
So let us speak of others how they sin	J
And what a devil of a state they 're in	J
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That's all I have to say Good bye old man	K
Next year you possibly may find me scolding	I
Or miss me altogether Nature's plan	K
Includes as I suppose a final folding	I
Of these poor empty hands Then dropp a tear	L
To think they'll never box another ear	M

Ambrose Bierce

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