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12-16-2007, 08:48 PM
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"Hark! It's dark! Our flashlight's dead!"
The angels cried from overhead.
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12-16-2007, 08:52 PM
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An Ordinary Sign
Luke 2:12
The sign the shepherds got that night
Was just a newborn child.
They found, returning by starlight,
The sign the shepherds got that night
Asleep in weakness mild.
An ordinary, common sight
The sign the shepherds got that night
Was just a newborn child.
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12-17-2007, 09:27 AM
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The herald angels call, "Hark, hark!
We've gone too far! That's Noah's Ark!"
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12-17-2007, 06:37 PM
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"Hark! The barrel's full of beer!"
Angelic choirs get drunk this year.
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12-18-2007, 12:38 AM
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Location: Louisiana
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"Cha-ching" the Wal-Mart shareholders shout,
"Now that's what Christmas is all about!"
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12-18-2007, 09:32 AM
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Location: Belmont, Massachusetts USA
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Hark, the kids shout out so clear:
Santa get your butt in gear!
Here's some stuff I'd like to see:
iPod Touch, widescreen TV.
PS3 would be so sweet!
(PS2 is obsolete).
Hear the worldly host proclaim
Video games are never lame!
Hark, the kids shout out so clear:
Santa, get your butt in gear.
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12-18-2007, 12:06 PM
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Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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Hark the herald, cherubs sing,
we can't get off the ground -
with these damn wings!
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12-18-2007, 06:28 PM
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Hark! An angel's skimpy skirt
Is overhead. A glance won't hurt.
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12-18-2007, 09:46 PM
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Silent Night
The stars with no moon fill the sky.
But for waves, there is silence, and I
Love how stillness can sing.
You're still wearing my ring.
The west winds bring us in passing by.
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12-19-2007, 02:16 AM
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Location: Kalgoorlie
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here you go Roy--bordering on blank
To birth he went, to sorrows goal, no sigh
just hope, no grievances did he bring.
A boy child, Mary mothers loving son
was born it’s said for sin to be undone.
True story so say some and some say no
but still adhere to love and never err
in giving birthday gifts to honour him
a child of nature; creations worthy spawn.
I’ll toast this, in my mind I’ll raise a glass
of purest water drink him as a Mass
And remember him a babe like any other
Paid in flesh with lifeless form this king
With pity for her lot his broken mother
Invoked the turn of gods forsaken eye
19/12/07
I need a title?
[This message has been edited by Henrietta kelly (edited December 19, 2007).]
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