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  Mary had a little lamb, she kept it in a bucket.

  & every time the lamb got out the dog would try to ...

Ah there you are, I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in ... look, a giraffe .. Right, no .. just scribbling. No .. poetry actually  ...Always scribbling. But let's move on to tonight's meditation, which is ..

Would Jesus drive a Nissan Micra ? And the answer, quite unequivocally, is no. No he wouldn't. God did not send his only son to earth to drive a shit car. And the colours are shocking. I'm pretty sure there's kosher laws which strongly suggest nobody should even be around colours like that. Especially that shade they could only have got by electroplating an oyster.

However, should Jesus find himself having one of his famous hillside chats with a bunch of people who had no way of getting home, I'm sure he'd have no problem taking five Micras and three of those stupid Harley-wannabe motorcycles and turning them into a fleet of buses. It's the only thing to do with a Micra. I think you know I'm right

Like to wish you all a very Miles Davis kind of a day, and in conclusion let me just say this.





                                                                                                                   

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