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[bodytext] => She found Jesus in some downtown Spanish store front church. Cleaned herself of that three bag a day habit. Now goes house to house ringing door bells trying to save them that answer. You know, becoming a different kind of general nuisance. Anyway, better then not knowing when it was coming down. The credit card snatch, TV disappearance, pension check missing nightmares she’d brought with her. If you were foolish enough to have any type of dealings with her. Now the worst you have to look forward to when you can’t duck her, is that obligatory lecture on. 'Why you’re not going to heaven and she; well is going as long as, God leans to the left, the way everyone is so damn positive he does. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 7 [informant] => fanniesson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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