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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjv7EXT0VmI&ab_channel=RANDOM%27MUSIC%27BYMASSATO1

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Christmas, on Parole

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The air rings over the pavement - 

Rings - reverberating its pitch 

Between the white painted lines 

That stretch before the sidewalk;

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Echoing in throes, resounding within my ears:

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A dog-whistle, blowing an inaudible pitch

Over the towering of the streetlights,

Over the crowned spires and

Skyscrapers,

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Over the bowed, indignant heads,

Over the hushed, distant jingle 

Of a Christmas carol, commentating 

Atop the rapturous parade 

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Of a busied supermarket,

Over commerce, exchange,  

Over the beeps, of debit machines,

The scattering of loose change,

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Over the slouched, and shadowed grimace

Behind the slurring mutter 

Of a mindlessly delivered 

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Thanks.

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As my boots touch the slush

And the bus pulls away behind me,

I can't help but see 

The muddy colors that emerge

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Where grime encounters snow …

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And I think to myself

That such celebration 

Isn't really the same 

When it's enacted, on parole.

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