Then all the men, Telemachus, Big Red, and Papa Ram, joined together singing their answer to the girls’ question. For unto us a child is born And His name shall be called counselor, The mighty God, the everlasting Father. He has no linen cloak, no golden cord to bind his robe. He has no royal staff,... Sign in to see full entry.
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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