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Late at night, way up north, Santa delves
into making identity elves.
When pressed, none remember
their pronouns or gender,
but it’s specist to sit upon shelves.
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for the Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 11/16/22
rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
syllables (9/9/6/6/9) checked with howmanysyllables.com
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