Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-
ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?
A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled
back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau-
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Why bother putting up this automaton reading? It detracts from the poem
The son of man fills his daze about like we do now feed His sheep and smoke with them too and why not a glass or two?