the door is still over one more hour away the food is gone but some again for tea is there left alone the stomach grabs at life and begins to eat protesting mye large bites the food falls threw the teeth on the way to glory and a temporary home in belly eye am reminded of a poem best forgotten and poet for the life of me eye cannot rememebr either one perhaps twas Jonah in the belly o f that whale the author and the poet GOD forgiving a whole town and saving life pending judgement off of ignorance is bliss. How wonderfull seems this my problems fall away as eye pretend surrounded by a fish has eaten me the things inside a fish have wrapped around my head eye am dead for three days and then the fish just sort of vomits eye upon the sand eye rise and enter shadows oh so sweet only to have the vine whither away and the hot sun almost devour eye am distressed to find a GOD how just fforgives and so does not always test or smite the wicked mess as eye leave the city of Ninevah the light at sunset falls on halls at rest the cattle in the stalls and people blessed
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