White Christmas
Punting pole stuck in the reeds,
he ties up his boat.
Late at night, the moon climbs to the top of the pole.
The old fisherman is dead drunk — call him,
he won't wake up! —
In the morning he rises, frost-prints
on the shadow of his raincoat.
he ties up his boat.
Late at night, the moon climbs to the top of the pole.
The old fisherman is dead drunk — call him,
he won't wake up! —
In the morning he rises, frost-prints
on the shadow of his raincoat.
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