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Poem of the Week

Seasonal Décor Contest

The neighbor’s large inflatable
figures will trump our wreaths,
although his taste’s debatable:
Santa reveals red briefs

embroidered “Happy Holidays.”
A reindeer slyly beckons.
Up in an outhouse one elf stays,
peers out each seven seconds

to see a snowman grimace, clap,
and sing without a care.
Oh yes, our neighbor’s on the map.
We haven’t got a prayer.

~ Claudia Gary
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