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IN OUR OWN IMAGE
On getting up one morning
God walked to the pearly gate
and enquired of Michael his doorman
how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.
Never known it be this busy before
them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:52 pm
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