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December Fields

december fields it only rains in these fields in december for xmas is crying never comes here people are too poor to care for a fake invisible sky god who may or may not exist what exists is poverty and superstition believing in what they can see in the day and can’t see in the night in omens and signs and words oddly xmas isn’t on the list just another working day in the town where december rain only falls in the fields in december small town folk paranoid insolent using bibles as toilet paper how I feel the december rain

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