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A Lovely Surprise (Sonnet) by ?-Dave_Mysterious-?

Young James frolicked gaily about the house, For the calendar, being of the most accurate variety, did read, December 24th, Indeed, 'twas of Christ's mass the eve! And at last came that holy morn, Whence rosy cheeked James did open his parcel; for the cold he cared not a bean, But Ho! what's this? A crisply laid stool in that paper enveloped was seen. Oh, Mother! James pleaded tearfully, Why can't I have nice things like the other children? You ungrateful wretch, she replied, To the basemant for you and no daylight 'til years you have ten!

?-Dave_Mysterious-? 23-Sep-03/4:11 PM
I would if it weren't for the shackles. Not metaphorical shackles you understand; actual shackles.




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