Jesus Christ was the greatest Suicide Bomb.
I am back. Have I been missed? I believe so. The ayes have it. The stars contained
in their kaleidal blue. A tidal stare upwards.
Let me kiss this page and plant an idyll. Moist, dew kissed, fields to run across.
The Tree's lantern led me here. The bomb will not be as bad as the fallout.
A lost dog never barks. Why? Back to the Baskets.
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Thanks Shana Banana---Yes, I am generous--those who know me in real life are touched by my generosity daily.
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