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Can I please fucketh you on a stack of Bibles?

Let us goeth forth and seeketh that stack of Bibles.

Let us proceedeth to various bases. Let us eraseth

chalk lines and dismisseth umpires and groundskeepers.

Each base, a Bible—thick anchor of holiness.

I have never gone forth or fifth into the desert or dessert.

Though I have licked the whippéd cream.

Though I have cringed and wept at mirages.

The Bible provideth a limited range

of motion, stacked or unstacked. As we stand

warming each other with unperfuméd breath

on the bumpy leather cover, on the gilt

HOLY BIBLE letters, I must ask, hath thine eyes

seen the glory? Let us loseth something in translation.

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