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in a creek,
twinkle twinkle.
Rainy season; plastic tarps
rumble in the wind, blankets
become roofs.
Our homegrown homeless get
headlines when cops clear
the campground.
The war they're running from
is quieter than Syria,
the battlefield of what if…
Away in a manger,
a motel for the night,
any question where He'd be born
again this Christmas?
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