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By: Morgan & Ariel

My friend has eyes like mud

He always chews his cud

His hair looks like burnt hay

At full moons he will bay

He's skinny as a pole,

He thinks my jokes are droll

He likes to lope along

And sing a silly song

I call this guy my friend.

My poem's done. The end.

Lots of toys

For girls and boys

Waking up for presents

Oh…so very pleasant

Spending time with family and friends

Hoping this feeling never ends

All around us, Christmas cheer

That comes around this time of year