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Christpocolypse
Christpocolypse
20th December and the lights are down
Expectance in abundance
As we look around
No tinsel or snow
No time to let go
Too tired and small
No feeling at all
They say he’ll be here soon enough
Yet time will soon have had enough
But we must be ready and not wither
The time is now, we must deliver
Yet who will come I ask?
It isn’...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:11 am
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