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    Naughty Claus

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

    hack writer & shameless technophile

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    Naughty Claus

    There once was a man named Naughty Claus
    Who shopped online with nary a pause
    Black Friday’s deals were always best
    For fishnets, toys and all the rest
    So long as he didn’t break any laws

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    Tags: grounded, poetry, solitude, wit

    Published: November 24, 2014

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