Dear Dr. Seuss

Dear Dr. Seuss,

Is it possible you knew
all those years ago
that your doomsayer Grinch
a rare gift would bestow?

You must be a prophet
a wizard, or priest
for six decades later
today you perceived.

Your Grinch is a virus
Your Whoville, the world.
Our Christmas has faded
And yet it unfurled.

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