I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind. >>
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptac >>
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She say, Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I n >>
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We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.