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No, I did not, myself, go out to see
them.  Servants brought their late request to me:
two barefoot adolescents; Nazareth
their home; the girl about to have her baby.
They wanted lodging.  "Tell them---save their breath,"
I said, "nothing left here."  But then, "Well, maybe
"down in the stable with the troughs and mangers."
Some shepherds, later, got into my face
about such poor accommodations.  I
have done my very best to rectify
all that today . . . I found them their own place.
And, just an hour ago, some highbrow strangers
stopped by.  They claim that infant is a King.

Well, at an inn, folks tell you anything.

Starward

[jlc]