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Out On a Limb (Aka- What Would Jesus Do???)

Tail swingin’ from branch to branch Leaves rustling rush Trapeze artistry Burlesque style Noonday sun Way more than fun. Evolution eschewed fur so the people could make clothes ‘cause they like to be busy and pretty and are easily bored. Or perhaps God didn’t want people to play in trees without their clothes on at least not for long. Inklings of overexposure feel like impending sunburn overwhelming in light of blisters past Retreat… Miles and miles of wild west highways teaches mirages look exactly like water til you’re right there on top ‘em. How much further, Jesus? Hold the course? Take a right? Gettin' mighty thirsty here. But then again, betcha Jesus doesn’t have a tail. Better ask another monkey.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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