How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? - Woody Allen

I’m Speaking

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These ordinary moments Romancing my spirit Sweet nothings that make my soul talk Fragrant perennial bouquets plucked from my garden just for me a new perfume, oil, that touches my heart and fills my senses for but a few days they are my songs impossible to interrupt as long as I’m listening and until they stop.

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