Looking again,
Boris considers,
The fiction that is the Christmas
that is different for
others;
the Christmas that is smaller somehow –
smaller and even somewhat less than a day
in the land,
upon which he
plods and
ponders.
Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own
situation, Boris
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh……
SLEEPS.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 19th December, 2021
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