THE IIOLLY. 
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The holly branch, it lingers, 
Unmoved by wintry blast. 
When all its gay companions, 
Like summer birds, have past; 
Then let us hope our friendships 
As durable may be. 
Hurrah for merry Christmas ! 
The holly branch for me ! 
J. E. Cakpenteh. 
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