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Random First Lines:this is the story of the man who comes from the west there are no specific characters in my poem, joke more like. so hope you enjoy it. » Read
When I was little,
I believed in Santa Clause,
My friends told me he was real,
I get anything I want and give cookies in return,
That was a great deal,
Then one day my cousin pulls me to the side,
Tells me that there is no Santa clause
That night I couldnâ€™t believe my eyes
Now I tell...