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Every Tom, ****, Harry, and Eric
Should listen to the prince of peace named Derek,
A type after the Prince of Peace
Himself, who's fatherly, loving, and an increase
Of grace in him who hears
With open ears.
Greater than all created things summed up
And multiplied by immortality,
The LORD attends to every buttercup
And blade of grass and bird and bumblebee.
The greatest knows the least; and every man
His every hair has been accounted for;
And all of him is fitted to God's plan
The earth and chosen people to restore.  
Everything's His to give or take or loan,
And nothing lies beyond His lone control.  
Everything's His, and every thing is known
By Him who sees all parts and every whole.
He understands, both root and all, and all
In all, the flower in the crannied wall.
Water to wine and wine to precious blood
The Lord transfigures; taken at the flood,
    The dregs of outrageous fortune, once imbibed,
Will be like compost to a growing bud.  

So, drink and happy be, for all is well
In Paradise, where living waters swell
    The stilly stream by quiet pastures green,
And sheep in peace and perfect weather dwell.
There once was a talkative ***
Who couldn't an angel surpass:
    She veered off the route,
    And her master (the brute!)
Then proved him a much bigger ***.
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"Pigeon droppings cited in bridge collapse"
                             —Toronto Star

Behold the ***** birds that felled a bridge
Of concrete, iron, and steel routinely made,
Dropping by dropping, pigeon after pige-
on adding contributions grossly laid.
An engineering feat commercial grade,
The bridge could not withstand the pigeon poo,
And, from the scourge of filth, the bridge decayed,
And fell as all decaying things will doo.
(When not creating mayhem, pigeons coo
And congregate and caper in the park,
Returning to their nests—tu-whit tu-whoo—
Before the owl can hunt them in the dark.)  
And so we see the danger we permit
When pigeons are allowed to give a ****.
I know a bird
Who knows the Word,
And, Lord, I've heard
   Him share it.
He'll use his beak
The Word to speak:
He's (tongue in cheek)
   A Parrott.
blue wat
   ers flow
(the sky
   is blue
? is N
   O 2)

i pray
   a wish
each man
   a fish

yo Jo
   nah's whale
's a tall
   true tale

(don't sink
   a scrim
shaw bit
   but swim)

may A
   hab's Bel
burn burn
   in hell
2 Corinthians walk into a bar
Where the bartender is the Devil,
And they say to him, "We know who you are."
"Who am I?" asks the Living Evil.
They reply, "The wandering star
Fallen from the heaven you chose to abandon."  
"Yes," says the Devil, "and also President Brandon."
Solemn sweet pipes of de o'gan
   Heaven's music I've hyead play,
But I'll tell you somefin' truly
   Certain ez is Judgment Day:
Angels present at de service
   Ev'ry Sunday fol' dey wings,
Bow dey heads, an' listen quiet
   When Malindy sings.
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