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Bethlehem's other Children
In the village of my childhood,
where apricot trees blossom
in February,
a sanctuary
celebrated with festive cheer
and happy children,
sugar plum fairies,
and Santa's elves,
there is a refuge,
a crèche for babies
rescued from garbage bins,
for many orphans the only home
they'll ever know,
just around the corner
from that famous crib
where a baby called Jesus
is said to be born,
and where women are
no longer allowed to walk
about on their own.
where apricot trees blossom
in February,
a sanctuary
celebrated with festive cheer
and happy children,
sugar plum fairies,
and Santa's elves,
there is a refuge,
a crèche for babies
rescued from garbage bins,
for many orphans the only home
they'll ever know,
just around the corner
from that famous crib
where a baby called Jesus
is said to be born,
and where women are
no longer allowed to walk
about on their own.
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