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Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #1728236

Some things haven't changed much

The

shepherds

still watch sheep

grazing at night.

The stars still shine bright.

Frigid oxen still form

wreaths of breath. But the Holy

Child has lived His death. His scourging

will be no more. Gethsemane and

Golgotha will never be repeated.

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