1st day of Christmas1 Last poem of series

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love came to me:

All in love: the oldest christmas story;
baby born in uncertain circumstances.
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All of us in love: the christ child born;
his clothes a mix of petticoat and duster.
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All love is: The fusion of two into three;
the stars light up, the angels sing.
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The bells ring: the shepherds come, the lamb,
the crook, and the kings all three.
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The gifts: from life to death, the love,
The mother rests upon the straw.
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Her face: a picture, her memories,
ripe with knowledge.