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WISE MEN, INDEED!
Wise, indeed, were those three old farts,
two thousand years ago, I'm told,
who were led by the Star to that
little town.
But when the
Holy Light guided them into
the stable they found Robert and
Joanna holding their child, The
Chosen One.
First with awe,
then amazement, then sad refrain,
the Three Wise Men withdrew (taking
their gold and frankincense) onto
the street to
hold council.
"How can it
be that He
is a She?"
each asked simultaneously.
"The ramifications alone
would set Mankind back ten thousand
years," old Henry replied with
heavy heart.
"Anoint a girl?"
"Girls become
grown women."
"Worry not,"
good Thurman proclaimed, acting the
wisest, "for I have heard that in
a manger down the street a nice
young couple have just been blessed with
a new son.
2007-09-09
16:00:21
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