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After Epiphany 2 The stripping of the tree is almost Lenten The ornaments gone, only “bare ruined choirs” Remain, no comfort of carols or hymns As it is dragged outside into the cold It almost seems to shiver in the winter sun Reduced to poverty and then to scraps Which in the months to come enkindle then An evening fire after the cows are milked But not celebrated with festive lights The stripping of the tree is almost Lenten
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
After Epiphany 2
After Epiphany 2 The stripping of the tree is almost Lenten The ornaments gone, only “bare ruined choirs” Remain, no comfort of carols or hymns As it is dragged outside into the cold It almost seems to shiver in the winter sun Reduced to poverty and then to scraps Which in the months to come enkindle then An evening fire after the cows are milked But not celebrated with festive lights The stripping of the tree is almost Lenten
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
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