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The House of Hospitalities · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: The House of Hospitalities. Here we broached the Christmas barrel,
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Speaker 1: pushed up the charred log ends. Here we sang the
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Speaker 1: Christmas carol and called in friends. Time has tired me
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Speaker 1: since we met here when the folk, now dead, were young,
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Speaker 1: since the viands were out set here and quaint songs sung.
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Speaker 1: And the worm has bored the vial that used to
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Speaker 1: lead the tune, rust eaten out the dial that struck
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Speaker 1: night's noon. Now no Christmas brings in neighbors, and the
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Speaker 1: new year comes unlit Where we sang the mole. Now
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Speaker 1: labors and spiders knit. Yet at midnight, if here walking,
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Speaker 1: when the moon sheets wall and tree, I see forms
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Speaker 1: of old time talking, whose smile on me