In the middle God recreated the body and the mind.Now my mind had been fine, just fine,having reached respectable wrinkles.But God’s a crafty brooderso he hatched a plan(which I bet was there all along):Thou shalt be a poet.So God said let there be doubtand there was doubt.And he called the doubt soul.God wagered that doubt would deepen my senses,most likely help me get behind.So he gathered bittersweet and memoryand said take, eat.I did and was filled.God sighed: Now thou art readyto name my creation.And there was duskand there was evening,and it was good.
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This may well be your finest work….Amen!
Thanks, Rich…those words mean a great deal coming from you.
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