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. The clock has just ticked over midnight here so I thought I'd poke my head into LJ and wish everyone a Merry Christmas. In the morning, I'
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I actually don't post here much. But I keep track of a few people's LJs.
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