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to boogie until the sun rises and everyone else has fallen to sleep. I remember once when my neighbor came by early one morning to pick me up for our fishing trip. He almost had a heart attack when he saw God rockin’ around the clock. He thought that God only listened to gospel music.</p><p id="4096">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="fdd3">If you liked this poem, you may also like <b><i>Restoration</i></b>.</p><div id="1dbb" class="link-block"> <a href="htt

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Who Rocks Your Clock?

A Spiritual Dialogue

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Sometimes when the angels come to visit, they spend the night in the spare room listening to our collection of jazz records. If God stops by, we bring out the rock ’n’ roll and party all night. He loves to boogie until the sun rises and everyone else has fallen to sleep. I remember once when my neighbor came by early one morning to pick me up for our fishing trip. He almost had a heart attack when he saw God rockin’ around the clock. He thought that God only listened to gospel music.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

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