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The Final Cut Who can argue with The oldest known book? Personally I tweak its rules a bit But the rules of Ten I don’t Not anymore There is one rule in which I had no choice I was only 8 days old! The choice made for me by those with beards The wise ones. The Sages. I never felt the pain because of the millions that went before me… it was ingrained in my psyche Oh the old men danced and sang Ate honey cakes and drank dark wines The women oohed and ahhed and I went forth …to be man. |
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For those of you still wondering, please see Genesis 17 verses 1 and 2.
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