WhatAsunday
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The pangs of boredom all on me like Solomon's wisdom.
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Drifting away like a piece of log on the waters of sleep, my phone buzzes like a bee zapping me back to the present...sighs; who's that that won't let me be?
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Now my caller leaves awake to the emptiness of my small world..remembering all the chicken aroma I had to bear from my bullying neighbors... They can't even knock on your door except to collect light money.. Mtchew.......
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Take a stroll maybe you might bump into her (my mind suggests).. The sun out there needs a pillar of cloud to walk under(my head cautions).
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Lying still, counting each second as it wastes away... Leaving me to ponder.. Ponder on what exactly? I wonder.
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An idea finally drops...
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Today is Sunday, at the edge of the bed is my Bible lying lazily... I put on a shirt, fly into my trousers and tie my belt so hard(sharp tuck in) ...... can't do no tie so I button up to the last..
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She told me she lives at number 28(last week sunday), just a few blocks away from mine. It's time to go preach as an undercover...
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Each time I have strayed aimlessly to that side hoping to see her, I always meet the gate shut(not even a trace of her)...But with this my shine shine shirt and Bible, all gates will lift up their head and all bars of iron will be cut asunder.
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Na him make e good once you talk finish you collect number.....
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TLB
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Happy easter