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| Goodtime Jesus / James Tate |
Jesus got up one day a little
later than usual.
He had been dream-
ing so deep there was nothing
left in his head.
What was it?
A nightmare, dead bodies
walking all around him,
eyes rolled
back, skin falling off.
But he wasn't afraid of that.
It was a beau-
tiful day. How 'bout some coffee?
Don't mind if I do.
Take a little
ride on my donkey,
I love that donkey.
Hell, I love everybody.
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