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Show grayer By Lou Dods First Prize Poem j Give me this year for Christmas, Lord, A world that is once again free ; Give me this year for Chirst-mas, Chirst-mas, Lord, Rightousness, justice, and liberty. lib-erty. Give me this year for Christmas, Christ-mas, Lord, Escape form this nerve-wracking nerve-wracking fear ; Give me back this year for Christmas, Lord,, The things I once held so dear. This year for my Christmas, 0 Father of mine, Protect my homeland across the sea; dear God above, Safeguard the things so dear to me. I know I'm asking a lot, dear Lord, But give these things to me; Let peace to man rule all the earth, And let the world be free. Amen |