What happened? Is my poetry running out on me?
I will AGAIN write one of my poems for you...and hope that the anti-poetry pixie does not demolish it again....
Suddenly, the silence of the star-strewn night
Was broken by a newborn baby's cry
And choirs of joyful angel took to flight
To spread the word to shepherds camped nearby--
Out of the East, three royal wisemen came
To worship the baby born in a cattle shed,
A child who held no wealth or famous name,
Who was laid to sleep in a lowly manger bed
But nurtured and cared for as every child should be,
Protected and valued, well clothed, well fed,
Not locked away in a prison of misery
By decrees devised by the vile and bigoted--
Remember that God loves every child the same
No matter its heritage, color, or family name 💗
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