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Oct 2018
The local Robin has turned up early-
Mirroring Christmas in the shops-

Man loves to spend and loves to amass
whereas the Robin owns nothing-
but the red on its breast.

Some say the Robins red
is a prophesy of the Christ-childs  death


Christ blood spilled
to save the Robin and
Man, from eternal annihilation,
Written by
nivek
362
   Lazhar Bouazzi
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