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（英文打油一把，原写于今年三月份，略有修改）
Cracked eyes, primeval leaves:
I pined for ginger flickers
Dancing off a jolly fire
A cold blast of fuzzy air
Had fixed me unawares –
Reinforcing my desire
Walking down a boulevard
I should froze? These doubtful trees –
expected & intended for a pyre –
Be laughing off the chilly chill
Of heartless Winter nights
And I? Betrayed only to retire
Cozy, inside the gentle chair
of warming isolation
from cold Christmas Eve:
Ah! my carol, my merry choir
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