Remember when you were young
and you had a cold and your mum put Vicks on your chest and a dab at the back of your throat?

it's no wonder that I grew up at seventy miles an hour.

This isn't about that.
This is about the good book and to tell you the truth I don't give a flying....look at me nearly committing blasphemy.

but the good book
is a good book
whether it be the
the Bible
the Quran
the Torah
or horror of horror
Harry Potter,

each to his own
whatever takes you home.