Elaina read a poem at the carol and reading service the other day .I can't get it out of my head. I forget the author and the exact words but I can paraphrase it and I don't need to say why it sticks to me. I also know when she was assigned to read it she was dubious. Me too, but it has gained momentum with me as it rolls around in my head. This is all there is. It is spare.
"Our remote little country is garrisoned by a few Roman soldiers to count heads.
Three travelers from Persia came and spent a little time in a shed.
It was strange.
Nothing important ever happens here."
"Our remote little country is garrisoned by a few Roman soldiers to count heads.
Three travelers from Persia came and spent a little time in a shed.
It was strange.
Nothing important ever happens here."
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