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The Crimson's Holiday Gift List

That our country is now neither gentler nor kinder.

For Danny, we didn't quite know what to get.

Lincoln Logs? Tinkertoys? An erector set?

To dear John Sununu, our heartiest laugh.

Whunu what henu about Bush's staff?

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While the nation was crumbling, this grouchy old hawk

Flew Lear jets, took limos--well, now he can walk.

To Cuomo, that gubernatorial bust,

Some metal inscribed with an In God We Trust

To flip, should he find himself thusly inclined.

It would be rather nice if he'd make up his mind.

To Clinton, a condom; To Harkin, a brew.

To Tsongas, a tstump tspeech; To Moonbeam, a clue.

To all of these turkeys, a break from their trances.

'Til hell freezes over, They Just Don't Have Chances.

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