I KNEW THAT HARRY GUY
Not shopping for remnants now, I need
the entire thing: get me a bolt, and some
chain. I've rented that truck you see out
front. I'll take everything he left behind.
No longer speaking for cookies or cake,
the traveling preacher keeps coming back.
That's his mistake - because I'm certainly
not listening. This tannery makes more sense
to me, with the hides and the dyes, than
does any of that fool's words or stories.
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I'm done with all that. Have you ever
noticed that there was religion before
movies and TV's, and then after it too?
Nothing even changed; the same old
prattle, over and over. How can people
ever go on? God works in mysterious
ways, they say : trompe l'oeil, indeed!
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