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The Crimson's Holiday Ode

Our Annual, Poetic Reflections on the Year Gone By

Frosh at the Union had their fill,

Then covered Harvard with puke.

Last week, thank God, the-cops caught their guy--

The book slasher, Stephen Womack.

Their cam'ras, mounted on the sly,

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Meant lots less sex in the stacks.

The year is done--what a year it's been--

We studied, we laughed and we cried.

We need a break for exhaustion

We've had it, yes, we are fried.

To our readers: thanks, we wish you well

We've enjoyed serving you this way.

If we've offended, please don't dwell;

Have a happy holiday!

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