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My Jesus, Mercy By: Reid Laurence on 1/20/2010; 12:12 PM Holidays will come what may They come, they go But hear this nay… That Christmas time And frills of folly Mistletoe and leaves of holly Dissatisfy the deeds and plan To run amuck the tyrant man Somehow he lives We cannot say For war, for lies We kneel, we pray But will there come a better day? We bury dead But still we say… A holiday must take its course But to what end In what discourse And to what end And with remorse A holiday must take its course
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