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About This Poem
No Joy This Christmas Day
The demons are coming again
they come for him this day each year,
in life a stable man ye ken
strong on principles without fear.
While encroaching dreams of others
peace, yet today they have the key,
unlock penetrate then smothers
his sanity invaded be.
He a man of no consequence
a poor poet with all the answers?
courts the life of decadence
a mindful of malign dancers.
This day loathes trace of second chance
a quantum of life’s reduction,
this a phobia of nuance
with it each year an abduction!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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