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Why I Hate Christmas
By rondant
What did you get for Christmas?
Was it something nice?
I am sitting here in casualty,
My face is packed in ice.
I dread it every Christmas,
SAhe never got me toys
Momma will get drunk again
A night out with the boys.
I know she doesn't mean it,
She's far to drunk to know
She hits me hard for nothing
And the bruises always show
A Christmas to remember
The police had to call
They took my mom away this time
She said I had a fall
She's really done it this time
An ambulance had to come
That's why i'm sitting here in casualty
Waiting on someone.
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Copyright 2004 rondant
Published on Monday, November 1, 2004.
Filed under:
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Comments on "Why I Hate Christmas"
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A former member wrote:
God, that was a piss and moan if i ever saw one...ever stop to think that someone else may have had it worse? that is what prevents me from thinking about such egotistical crap like that.
-zay
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A former member wrote:
-takes deep breath, narrowly missing asthma attack-
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A former member wrote:
ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ggooooooodddddddddddddddddd
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A former member wrote:
My first 2 words for this poem are...
FUCK! WOW!...
but I agree with SilentKnight...
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On Friday, December 10, 2004, MyBrokenMynd
(167)
wrote:
yea .. hehe.. mine were too! i was all hyped up for hating christmas and feeling the pain of the sorrow.. yeah.. fucking wow explained it. salute to you rodant *tears*
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On Tuesday, November 30, 2004, rondant
(58) wrote:
Oh, by the way...Merry Christmas
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