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No pretty paper or shiny bows, the gift came Wrapped in strips of cloth, no oohs or awes Were heard that night, nothing tremendous would Man behold, no trumpet herald, no Gold embossed announcements sent No headline news, no chariots came, no killing Of the fatted calf, no proclamation to royalty Sent, no cheering crowds, no flowers given Little anticipation of this event, no showers Thrown, no pictures taken No Doctor called, no midwife came, no Fanfare this gift was given, no stork Proudly placed on the lawn, no pretty Balloons in blue were bought, naught For a poor babe, born that night No media coverage of this event, no Congratulatory messages by heads of State, angels rejoiced, animals brayed This Babe born, to mend the breach of God And man, in a little town called Bethlehem. Vote for this poem
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