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    Poetry Caribou Lee

    Home would come Caribou Lee In a coat of satin and red With horns on his head and the fur of a dead Reindeer is tied to his knee. He carries the piece of a rack In the old worn sack on his hunched over back Of a young deer buck for me. It causes me discontent But I wanted a present a bit more...
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