Do you ever get to watch the manger from
The place where you were staying
Where his tiny feet would shudder at the beat of a thousand bullets per minute
Beneath the stars, above the moon – like E.T. on acid
A surprisingly comedic touch given over to the rather lousy circumstances which could make anything a little less negative
A way with wits that will forever ably strip three such wise men of their everything – gold, frankincense and age-old dirt, twas bound to hurt by the very end

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