THE STRANGEST DREAM
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
I don’t like interruptions. Last week my work was interrupted by dogs.
A friend asked me: Are you an atheist? Someone told me you were.
I’ve got happy feet. I’m walking on sunshine.
I have a confession to make. Last month I surreptitiously slipped out of my silo.
I thought I was done with deathbed farewells, and then a son of an old friend called.
Last week my mind was on the Super Bowl, when out of the blue a friend asked me: Is Trump the Antichrist?
Let’s start with a lesser hoax. George Clooney has come out as gay.
Last week dazzling snow stymied me. This week lethargy and despair. I foresaw a nightmare.
There actually is such a place. It’s just outside Huntington. WE GOT THE WEENIES. It’s a very popular “point of destination.”
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
I don’t like interruptions. Last week my work was interrupted by dogs.
A friend asked me: Are you an atheist? Someone told me you were.
I’ve got happy feet. I’m walking on sunshine.
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