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Post by 8TOES on Jan 28, 2019 23:51:02 GMT
Reading the good book of Matthew, angel Gabriel appeared to me saying he had only eight toes not ten.
As I poured myself a drink to hear the story of how he lost a toe on each foot, I pondered if that is why he grew wings for balance.
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Post by 8TOES on Jan 28, 2019 23:53:29 GMT
Slowly sipping a good strong rum, I listened carefully taking it in.
Crickets were chirping and there was a cool breeze this night.
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Post by 8TOES on Jan 29, 2019 0:00:32 GMT
With fire reflecting in his eyes, he begins the sordid tale.
His mouth moved to an enchanting rhythm as he told. I clung to each inflection like it was the peak of the mountain. As I sipped, that fire water filled my gut with anticipation.
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Post by 8TOES on Jan 29, 2019 0:02:45 GMT
Afterwards, the tale left me like a thief in the night.
He carried on like he had to because he did.
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Post by 8TOES on Jan 29, 2019 0:05:54 GMT
Days went by and I was still aghast. I finally had the state of mind to pick up the good book Matthew again to read where I left off, yet only to find Gabriel appearing to me again. This time muttering saying he couldn’t do it to me. A smirk and a smile with a hardy laugh
Said
I have ten toes.
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Post by 8TOES on Jan 29, 2019 0:09:03 GMT
True story
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CM
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Post by CM on Jan 30, 2019 3:39:57 GMT
I always thought there was a little deceptive playfulness behind the bit about not letting your left hand know what your right is doing. Nice post!
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