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Jan 2013
Ok let me see Old Testament says seven days
Well six in fact as God stepped back
And like all men, job done! Sat on his ***
Seven days to do all that on week out of 52
52 that make the year that times us here
Now God you see thats my rub because creation was so long ago
We did not orbit quite this way and days and weeks where different then
Six or seven, eight or nine search me God I don't know
But your figures don't add up you know
Big bang I think and primeval soup
Won't sell like Moses other stunts!
So God or Hawking heaven or hell
Choose your own I'm lost as well
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
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