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Twice as Sad a poem by Ira Mowen
It was the coldest winter since his birth day; the two headed boy, and his name was Jay.
Sadly he only had one name, and his parents are the ones to blame.
Like his pants, bike, and sleeping pad, Jay had to share everything he ever had.
But when Santa came this time to town, all he brought were two small frowns.
As the wrapping paper lay, 'twas this Christmas Jay’s saddest day, with only one beanie for him, no, they.
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