the rosy red cheeks of a snow country child

They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling.
Some were bright-eyed.
Some were dead on their feet.
And they came from zimbabwe,
Or from soviet georgia.
East saint louis, or from paris, or they lived across the street.
But they came, and when they’d finally made it here,
It was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear.
Come on in, we haven’t slept for weeks.
Drink some of this, this’ll put color in your cheeks.
-=Happy Holidays=-
From Riley Kilo and Cincy Bear ❤

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