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The streets are empty cold and I am alone this morning
My idle rant appears as steam
Meaningless cloudwisp hung in a crazy sky jabber

Ah! Two people pass
Holding hands walking wearing warm knits
They do not see, Father
I am wet with the dew of Christmas dawn and
There is no manger

Two short-dogs smack of contentment
Clinking together like bells for newly winged angels
The Night-Train?Äôs toll inclement in the inside pocket of my field-coat
As my step quickens for warmth
How our lives are similar
Unknown to you but I had once
Those warm knitted sleeves upon my past replete frame

Of heated basements and cots now
Happiness doth lurk in wishes of there

A reminder are they
Of free-will
Father, I am here and
It is an unpopular war where you have sent me

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