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Nativity ‘73
He’d three lines and a gleaming neck,
stank of Imperial Leather.
I was gagged and tidemarked,
the Mother of the Messiah.
Under strict instruction
I smiled beatifically
with muted mouth, and purple feet,
in Bethlehem, in Primary.
Virgin Mary, Mother of God.
Silenced, made to breed.
But Joseph (famous cuckold)
was worth three lines of speech.
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Monday 8th December 2014 10:29 am
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