Slowly going blind,
he works by candlelight,
his workshop cold and fusty,
his best customers gone
on to their dealt reward.
He drops a wheel
and it rolls away,
never to be seen again,
Christmas coming soon,
with many poor to be fed,
with many dolls
still without a head.
With many fire trucks
to be painted blood-red.
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