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CHRISTMAS


 

After a struggle,
All
Are born naked,
Helpless,
Blind.
 
In trauma,
Sobbing,
Wracked
In our first breath.
(me, I was smacked !)
 
All this
Indignity,
He chose
For
You and me.
 
That's
Bad
Enough,
Even
Without
Calvary.


 
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