Where, O where, has my little Rich gone,
Where, O where, can he be,
Not in the parlor, not on the lawn,
Not in the loo to wee.
Poor Richard does not an almanac write,
Young Dick, he nevermore posts,
No clacking of keys and no scrawl of the pen.
The virus has swallowed his byte,
The Trojan has given the Realm up to ghosts,
But the worm cannot shut up ol’ Ken.
American Fast
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So, let's talk about Christian fasting.
Last week I had to prep to teach Isaiah 58, which basically says "Ya'll are
fasting to get me to hear you. Why don...
3 years ago
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...because Ken is the slacker who boasts.
Okay I finished the rhyme... what do I win?
God Bless
Doug
I miss him, too.
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Thank you, Wanda. I miss myself. Quite so.
Hopefully, I can get my computer probs solved -- which I thought I had, but I thought wrong -- and I'm over my weekend cold. I should be posting in no time.
Alright, Kenneth.
I'm looking at this page, and along with this little lyrical patch, I see nine -- count them, nine -- posts that are "Rich posts". Aside from this little comm"ode" exhorting me to post, I see exactly zero posts from the Diabolical Genius.
Perhaps you can write an ode to yourself, and that would give you another freebie! :)
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