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"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness, The wickedness of these times." "Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon." To radio stations phone-it. "Wait!, No!, Next month. "Taking the kiddies fishing." "Perhaps we should postpone it." "Reminds me, of an ole story. "My, dear neighbor, now long past away." "Bought a two-thousand watt light bulb." "Used it to clean the lint from his toe nail." "Then handed it over to me." "Which item?", he asks. "The lint or the bulb?" "That's for you to decide." "For extra credit, predict when the bulb burns out." How the truth sometimes hurts. For he loves us, and we love Him. Faithfully digesting a breakfast sermon Hard garlic salami, and dried prunes. Oh , dear Paul. Why was Moses punished? He loves us. In spite of our gas masks. Even blesses our vents. Just look at me. I,m sure we meet before. I,m wearing the inspector Klusoe badge. Hiding near the back row. Wearing an "Eddie Haskell", smile. No mask , though, I,m tough. I sure would like to tattle, on that darn kid. Carefully rolling his perfect round gum wad. Leaving it at the front door. Tattle on that old fogy. Hiding a re-cycled stogy. Near the front bush. About anybody unannounced, Can bounce-in, these days! Hard-core corporate sinners. Hard working, making this world better? With what thanks? To greet the other side in hell? If we don,t get to them. Perhaps us as well. Without Grace. Sure would like to tattle, On those arriving at the last minute. Budgeting time, to edit a grocery list. Tattle?, to Who? Tattle on ladies, so easily upset. If the closing clock, past noon strikes. They must sell powerfully minted cookies. Serving such a needed feast. Considering whats for breakfast. Dear Jesus, can you explain? Why you cursed the fig branch? So Our sports fans can understand? Boy would I ever like to tattle, On that little, freckled faced girl. Sneaking in her kitten. Us listening, to penetrating competitive "Meows." "We are the cats meow." "Not hippo-critters." So please join Us. 123 altogether sing. "We love Him." "We love them." They love Us." "Love"," one-another." Sounds absolutely crazy, doesn't it?

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Good Ol'E Hard Garlic Salimi and Dried Prune Religion

"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness, The wickedness of these times." "Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon." To radio stations phone-it. "Wait!, No!, Next month. "Taking the kiddies fishing." "Perhaps we should postpone it." "Reminds me, of an ole story. "My, dear neighbor, now long past away." "Bought a two-thousand watt light bulb." "Used it to clean the lint from his toe nail." "Then handed it over to me." "Which item?", he asks. "The lint or the bulb?" "That's for you to decide." "For extra credit, predict when the bulb burns out." How the truth sometimes hurts. For he loves us, and we love Him. Faithfully digesting a breakfast sermon Hard garlic salami, and dried prunes. Oh , dear Paul. Why was Moses punished? He loves us. In spite of our gas masks. Even blesses our vents. Just look at me. I,m sure we meet before. I,m wearing the inspector Klusoe badge. Hiding near the back row. Wearing an "Eddie Haskell", smile. No mask , though, I,m tough. I sure would like to tattle, on that darn kid. Carefully rolling his perfect round gum wad. Leaving it at the front door. Tattle on that old fogy. Hiding a re-cycled stogy. Near the front bush. About anybody unannounced, Can bounce-in, these days! Hard-core corporate sinners. Hard working, making this world better? With what thanks? To greet the other side in hell? If we don,t get to them. Perhaps us as well. Without Grace. Sure would like to tattle, On those arriving at the last minute. Budgeting time, to edit a grocery list. Tattle?, to Who? Tattle on ladies, so easily upset. If the closing clock, past noon strikes. They must sell powerfully minted cookies. Serving such a needed feast. Considering whats for breakfast. Dear Jesus, can you explain? Why you cursed the fig branch? So Our sports fans can understand? Boy would I ever like to tattle, On that little, freckled faced girl. Sneaking in her kitten. Us listening, to penetrating competitive "Meows." "We are the cats meow." "Not hippo-critters." So please join Us. 123 altogether sing. "We love Him." "We love them." They love Us." "Love"," one-another." Sounds absolutely crazy, doesn't it?