Author:		James Harris
Posted:		5/28/2004; 5:20:53 PM
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God's heartache: exiled to the beach each dawn with dogs & fishermen
His pants got sandy, his patience waned, the Book of Job disappeared

Venus born of sea foam, of cast-away castration, undulates, undulates
Of all the unkind cuts, none agitates so amorously

Shall I declare you in a stunning way, while I yet breathe and see?
The truth is: love me Fancypants, a heart-attack's coming