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Show By Kenneth L. Hubbard ' HONORABLE MENTION It was Christmas night, when all thru the world, Not a person was moving, nothing unfurled. -It was desolate and quiet, all was despair. The birds and animals were the only things there. The sky was colored a dark blood red As if all civilized people were dead. It was a year to come, that has been forecast. If these wars and others, continue to last. It's time we stop thinking about our own well-being. And the problems of all, we should all start seeing. It's time we got down, with our knees 'on the sod, And for this, and all Christmases, give thanks to God. |