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He sat for eons, God's workbench, His tools, Materials. Brass and gold, Silver, platinum, Aluminum, Electrum and copper, Rubies and emeralds. God made watches. One fine day, He decided "Earth." And grabbed up a frame, And started filing. And by God did he file. The schematics. The gears. Must be perfect. Five days later, God was almost done, Only one gear remained, The finest of gears, God spent more time On this one gear Than any other In his watch. This gear is you.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
God Is a Clock-Maker of the Highest Degree
He sat for eons, God's workbench, His tools, Materials. Brass and gold, Silver, platinum, Aluminum, Electrum and copper, Rubies and emeralds. God made watches. One fine day, He decided "Earth." And grabbed up a frame, And started filing. And by God did he file. The schematics. The gears. Must be perfect. Five days later, God was almost done, Only one gear remained, The finest of gears, God spent more time On this one gear Than any other In his watch. This gear is you.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
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