‘Twas
the day after Christmas
And
boxes were piled
With
the remnants of gifts
Ripped
apart by each child.
The
dolls and accessories,
Sports
gear and games,
All
once wrapped up in paper
That
nobody claims.
The
presents from grown-ups,
Removed
from their bags,
Join
in with the packages,
Ribbons
and tags.
In
the compactor rooms
And
outside, by the curbs,
Are
what’s left of the bounty
In cities and ‘burbs.
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