Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
At the going down of the sun there was no darkness
The scriptures say one moonless night
this land was bathed in broad daylight.
A sign that in far Bethlehem
the Christ was born, all woe to stem.
And wicked men did topple o'er,
their lethal plans secure no more.
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