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Neil Before God

*And when you'd almost bet You could hear yourself sweat, He walks in.* -Neil Diamond I approached the cherry cherry fire bush in my garden. “Who are you?” I asked, “I Am, I Said” answered the conflagrant shrub in a guttural gravel croon “Neil, is that you?” I exclaimed. “Why are you here?” “Holly Holy…I happened to Be in the neighborhood this Hot August Night and thought I would reach out.” “Reach out?” I retorted.” No…wait let me guess…Touching Me”? “Well, yes…touching you… You’ve seen our ceiling in the Sistine Chapel, haven’t you? The one of Me and you, Doing the holy Digit?” “Well…sure”, I responded glibly, “So good…So Good… wouldn’t You say?” “Well, yes …old Mikey had a knack, for the oils, But not so good, for you, My Solitary Man,” Is that because I don’t Bring you flowers anymore? “Well, Yes, and you might want to ask Cracklin’ Rosie a little more about that; You’ll find her down yonder deep in the barbie pit grilling her liver, .....If you know what I mean.”

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