Tuesday, 15 December 2015

KING SIZE BED

The north wind is tossing the leaves.
The red dust is over the town;
The sparrows are under the eaves,
And the grass in the paddock is brown;
As we lift up our voices and sing,
To the Christ-child the heavenly King.
Written by John Wheeler.

 

 

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