February 14, 2008
I’m passed out with my brothers and sisters,
Written on like some wall with graffiti,

I will experience the fate of my late family members,
All who ended up in a barrel full of embers,

I’m used throughout the year as a study tool,
And at the end of the year I’m thrown away,
Like some old turkey, after Yule.

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