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Thursday, December 30, 2004

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God I am sure has a lot of fun.
Whoever he is, carefree,
his job presumably done. No emergencies,
no moral compunctions,
He sits aloft with consorts not just one.
Sure he can with his birdeye view chuckle a lot
and enjoy at our expense a few laughs.
Like I used to when my stupid brother-ravianna-
frozen and helpless could only
steal a glance at his lady passing by.
But does He ever cry, feel guilty at this tsunami.
It only took ravianna to Him says my Daddy
But I know my brother.
Instead of a place by His side
he shall have anyday preferred his lady.