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Sparrow perched on my head

Sparrow perched on my head; whispered to me in the ear; “Come let’s go to Virgin Island I’ll carry you on my back. and you will enjoy my turn when I’m there right on your back.” “Stop it,” I rebuked the mad bird “How shall I conceive my babies? by binary fusion? by grafting? is there Holy Spirit? Devil, go away. Never tempt someone’s mistress again.”

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