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SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS?





So this is Christmas?
A holy occasion, though not a must.
Yet esteemed as much.
One's whole life story,
Is limited to just a week of merry.

Amongst the lot, it was Mary,
With a week more to Marry.
A virgin's wildest moments of fame.
A little feminine made of clay.
Whose story was dubbed insane.
After losing her pride to the unseen.

Wouldn't you rather say to Jesus? 
A godly spermicide.
By a spirit-filled orgasm,
Opened up her womb to lay inside.
That which was preserved aside.

Were you to be her spouse,
Joseph, who never saw her blouse,
Yet had to live in doubt,
Over her unknown sex mate,
Until that dream he couldn't interpret.

The story used the word "espoused"
Others say she was betrothed.
Modern day dating or courtship.
Yet nakedness was unexposed.
Kept by their bond of friendship.

And here we are hallucinating.
Eating, dancing and singing. 
So today I ask in rhetoric?
Is she able to close her legs?
Is he willing to wait for her?

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