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The following holiday poem comes to you from Audrey, who was nice enough to give us another fun Zeo take on a holiday classic. Dashing to my bed, It’s better than a bale of hay. Round the covers I go, Hoping all the way. Phones no longer ring, Making me do my thing. Oh what [...]
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‘Twas the night before Zeo, and all through our lair, Not a creature was sleeping, not even a bear. The ceiling above us we stared at with glare, In hopes that the Sandman soon would be there. The cats and the dog, all strewn on our bed, One of them sleeping on top of my [...]
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