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“Rocks and socks, I need a job,
What is it that I can do?”
My new friend was waiting… for an answer.
“I can fly across the channel on a hot air balloon. “
“Really?”
“I can build a ship of candy and take us to the moon. “
“Hum?”
“And if there is time, we can step back in time…
And even feed the dinosaurs.”
The proper lady behind the mask, wanted to hit something.
Waste of time. Waste of space. Waste of…
“I can see you have never been in the air?
Perhaps you are not the travel type?
That is okay.”
Crossing the arms of challenge.
“If you close your eyes, I can teach you.
Now?”
In a room where we can go no where and do nothing,
set by limits, boundaries of stone and steel, we still need to feel.
Pray… God is listening. He can lift your heart to heaven,
to hear angels sing.
There is nothing here on Earth,
to compare, I promise you.
“Maybe there is a job for you.”
She smiled.
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