The Promised Land

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flowing youth Are your kisses the first miracle He made? I’m drunk, I’m drunk: Are you darling, the promised land?</p><p id="ced8">How many of these countries are mine, Lord? Is this Egypt’s or the Mennonite’s? You told me to march, and so I did. I like being a vagabond, my Lord.</p><p id="7c45">I should not blame you, yes, I know, You are the creator of this all: me, creature, temptation, tempter. Oh, thank you, Lord, for all, temptation and all.</p><p id="297a">Let the water flow, and turn to wine, from your lips, let it run. Let us turn to water, turn to wine. And feast. Aren’t we all the promised land?</p><p id="ad04"><b><i>Read more

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