Farewell, my friends, I'm bound for Canaan
I'm trav'ling through the wilderness;
Your company has been delightful
You, who doth leave my mind distressed.
I go away, behind to leave you
Perhaps never to meet again
But if we never have the pleasure
I hope we'll meet on Canaan's land.
September 09, 2004
Message from God
Jibbenainosay, who frequently hears the voice of God, finally has some God-prose that relates to affairs of the day. The Divine says, "I will continue to send hurricanes to destroy Florida until it becomes a democracy again."
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