talkin' bout praxis
in haste december breathes
its breath both swift and rude
'cross hoary evergreens
whose flowered needles say
of winter sirens come
cold is the least of these
in haste december breathes
its breath both swift and rude
'cross hoary evergreens
whose flowered needles say
of winter sirens come
cold is the least of these
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