By- 3Garrabrants:

Joan, Andy, & Ian

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Let us craft an exquisite corpse

To celebrate the season here

Though we know it did not appear 

Anywhere near this time of year.

To not let the corpse

Grow cold we must come up

With something truly bold

That presses hard upon the heart.

Hard pressed, the heart pumps

Life blood warming, informing 

Extremities of entropic tingles 

Cascading up the fingertips.

Perhaps time to bury the corpse

And let the New Year take its course.