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52 lines
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LAST WORD
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'Twas the Night Before Christmas
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through my home,
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Not a creature was stirring not even my clone.
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The test tubes were hung by the burner with care,
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In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
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The androids were nestled all snug in their beds,
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While visions on mc2 danced in their heads.
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My wife in her jumpsuit, and I in my vest,
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Had just settled down to some drug induced rest.
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When out by the labs there arose such a clatter,
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My bed woke me up to see what was the matter.
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Away to the window, I hastened my mass,
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Tore open the blast shields, and threw up the glass.
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The refraction of moonlight through smog-ridden air
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Gave a luster of midday to everything there,
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When what to my bionic eyes did appear,
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But a mass driven sleigh with some strange landing gear,
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With a quick little pilot, a company man,
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who did what was asked and followed the plan.
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More rapid that phantoms, his coursers they came.
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He impulsed his crewmen, and called them by name.
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"Now Redox! Now Hewlett! Now Quasar and Photon!
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"On laser! On Xerox! On Pulsar and Proton!
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"To the top of the dome by the air intake vent.
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"Now dash away quickly before our fuel's spent"
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So, up to the air vent his coursers they flew,
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With a craft full of toys and Saint Nicholas, too.
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And then, in a flash, on the dome I hear
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The scratching and scraping of stout landing gear.
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I steadied my blaster, my chest to the ground,
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And then, through the air vent, he came with a bound.
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He was dressed in a three-piece he'd rented near here,
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(why purchase and outfit you wear once a year?)
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A life support system he wore on his back,
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While the toys for the 'droids he took out of his pack.
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A bottle of Synthroid he held in his hand.
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(He was quite overweight from a poor thyroid gland)
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He brought out the toys that department stores sell;
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The elves at the Pole couldn't make them as well.
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He checked with the base ship, while doing his work,
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And filled all the test tubes, then turned with a jerk.
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His anti-grav belt was secure, I suppose,
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And pressing the key's up the air vent he rose.
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He sprang to his craft, to the crew gave a shout;
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The ship heaved a shudder, then blasted them out.
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But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
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"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good flight!"
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