The Ambiguities
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Christmas dinner
Christmas dinner
Roz came. She kissed me between the eyes. She said I might get out the third. Maybe.
The food was red and green, and yellow and brown. My milk was off-white, my choco-
late pudding black as a pirate's eye-patch
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12.25.16
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