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Ahmad will show up this time. He says he got good news. But of course, his good news always bust my bubble. He probably got another offer from money minded man trying to take advantage of him.
O My Master! Prepare Me. I Don’t Want To Blow Any Bubbles To Get Busted …
I don’t know when those cows shall come home. I refuse to wait on those cows to come home. They said when a cow astray, she is not like a horse that returns to his stall. The astray cow never returns.
Even So? The Cows That Are Coming To My Home? …
They are real milking cows. They return daily. That’s what I learned when the Internet connected. Your promises are sound. You promised those cows as is written in Jeremiah 31:12. Quote:
They shall come and sing aloud on the height of Zion and shall flow together and be radiant with joy over the goodness of the Master—for the corn, for the juice [of the grape], for the oil, and for the young of the flock and the herd. And their life shall be like a watered garden, and they shall not sorrow or languish any more at all.
Wow! I always dreamed of a herd, horses, and cowboys to mind them. Only I dreamed of perfumed cowboys—no body odor. Hahaha! Would my silly dream come to pass? It sure looks like it.
One thing for sure, in these parts of the world, the man perfumed themselves even if they have to spend their last piasta on perfume instead of food. So? I guess perfumed cowboys are not far from my future herd.
Thank You My Master! Humor Instead Of Anger Or Confusion Or Retaliation? My Resurrected Motto For Sure.
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