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a poem by Ira Mowen
It was the coldest winter since
his birth-day; the two headed
boy, and his name was Jay.
Sadly he only had one name, and
his parents are the ones to
blame.
Like his pants, bike, and
sleeping pad, Jay had to share
everything he ever had.
But when Santa came this time to
town, all he brought were two
small frowns.
As the wrapping paper lay, 'twas
this Christmas Jay’s saddest
day, with only one beanie for
him, no, they.