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straw strewned
to be eaten by as
s as well as sheep
but the chambermaid
at the manger made
a broom for which to

sweep and so
did she as it came
to pass that all that
bustle went but didn't last
subsiding as the magi
returned back from

whence they came so
they came and went
following no star to
take them home
as alone each
did ponder

but never wondered
after their wander
but Balthazar did
a bit for what
would a kid
do with

more myrrh
then he could
burn in a lifetime
but preferred not
to think about
it too much

so such 
thoughts
we're forgotten
and lo the begotten
son not shone but
showed the doll

he was given in
the stall so simply
woven from left
over non eaten
by cloven feet
beasts that

that token
would take
him to the
knowing
of that
which

exists
but
has
been
left 
in the 

choosen

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