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Created on: September 17, 2009 Last Updated: September 18, 2009
The Source of Goodness
May be The Source or god with an extra "o"
called O for short, that's a nice round figure.
So here we go, says O, the All
Here's the scoop. O wears a bucket atop the top most place
His/Her Head. O.n.l.y [That's, never leave yourself without O, at your side]
O can balance it upright (making Him the Most Upright Individual collection of Superior Stuff)
To gather what ever might fall from Above
No ordinary Niagara water fall, but a Faucet with the most real estate of All
Niagara Viagra... O's Impetus to get in the mood to build the
Universal Joint, that never aches, never needs relighting, and doesn't turn away any One.
The hard thing for O was knowing when His O would get fulfilled into
a Complete Circle 3.141592653 , replete with complements everywhere...
When He became the Pie in the Sky.
O, now Jack, Does have a Jill, She's just on a Hill...
Ready to pour out Her Emotive Flow.
They may not have a child just yet, but...
they have a bucket to catch One in.
A perfectly round bucket...
A that would finally...
end. No more loose ends.
A perfect bucket,... no ordinary manger...
for the Wise Men and Ladies of other Beliefs... and lack of beliefs
to Honor...
the New-one
At the moment of Contact with the bucket, the resonating was resoundingly
The Big Bang
What's the highest place in the dome of Christianity (Christendom)?
A crown of thorns that was once... a very ancient, rusty bucket
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