I have been too busy to write anything lately, so here is an old piece.
December thirteenth:
The snow silences the earth,
and all is peaceful.
December nineteenth:
Plagues have struck. Every country
calls "bring out your dead!"
Christmas evening:
The scientists are rushing,
researching vaccines.
Night before New Year's:
Deaths are down, time for champagne!
Here's to a good year.
Two-thousand and twelve:
oh Lord, the corpses are walking!
What the heck is hap-
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