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'Twas the night before,
the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
Paul's Starbucks coffee,
(since he drinks it black
and to the rimtop of the cup).
When up on the rooftop did appear
Paul with his tarp gear.
No presents, no reindeer.
So he was snug with his
nightcap, er, in his nightcap
when the winds did reappear,
and he said, when the plants
blew down for the second time,
Paul's Starbucks coffee,
(since he drinks it black
and to the rimtop of the cup).
When up on the rooftop did appear
Paul with his tarp gear.
No presents, no reindeer.
So he was snug with his
nightcap, er, in his nightcap
when the winds did reappear,
and he said, when the plants
blew down for the second time,
"that's not our problem, dear."
As visions of future sugarless coffees
danced in his head.
danced in his head.
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