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I found a Rosary from a Friar in the pocket of a cushion.

Worth a mile in the sandals of Hosanna.

I realized Christ for the 3,000,000 time. It is 2017 afterall and that would make it approximately 5.5 times per day since the beginning of time.

I would rather be a grain of sand evolving than then be barred from enjoying my food.

I went to Holy Hill Basillica and Saw St. Michael's electromagnetics! He worked me a miracle at the uphill stoplight going home with Jessica. Like 2 artists I know-- Lana and Claire, this is a place to go...  Bring a bird and a component of peace whether it be a rosary or a piece of venison meat...

That is jest! Don't bring venison to Mary's Basillica...

Another tip-- Don't kill Bunnies or Rabbits. They are too proliferated and may cause you to see double, or perhaps a doppelganger.  Altogether, Australia MAY be low on bunny population. Or corals might be the cure to autism...

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