On a walk through town, God pointed to a whore and said He wanted to be her Lover.
"Do You know what she does for a living?" I asked.
"Of course," He replied, "why else would I choose her?"
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- Ain't that just how life goes?
- Note to a Friend
- Ah, School . . .
- Hearing and Listening
- Mary of Magdala
- God's Secret
- Remember.
- Look.
- Writer's Block
- True Love
- Why is Healthcare so Expensive?
- Ciao, Roma
- Positive Procrastination
- Big Three Bailout
- Mumbling to Myself
- Vegetarian Three Bean Chili
- French 101: Lesson 2
- So you're the Antichrist?
- The Difference between Poverty and Laziness
- A Chance Meeting
- Masquerade
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Palacio Real, Madrid
Parc Güell, Barcelona
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restes jeune.
2 comments:
your poems are so intriguing.
Amy Formerly Known as The Powers... that could work... lol.
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