MY OARSMAN
My oarsman was St. Peter, but
he died walking on water. The
Maid of Honor at my wedding
was not Mary Magdalene, but
her daughter, my wife's good
friend. It all went down as was
planned, and we've been married
now near two thousand years.
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Time passes, yes, that I understand.
But where does the King get his
Kingdom, and where does the
landsman get his land? These
things have always bothered me.
Twice over, or more, in fact.
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I go to the new car lot, looking
for something used, and I go to the
used car lot and all they offer is
something new. What am I to do?
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