GRGR(6) Dying Kings/Youthful Folly

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131.24  Will the child gaze up from his ground of golden straw then,
gaze into the eyes of the old king who bends long and unfurling
overhead, leans to proffer his gift, will the eyes meet, and what
message, what possible greeting or entente will flow between the king
and the infant prince? Is the baby smiling, or is it just gas? Which do
you want it to be?


135.38  for a baby to come in tippin' those Toledos at 7 pounds 8 ounces
thinkin' he's gonna redeem it, why, he oughta have his head examined. .
. .

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from Robert Penn Warren's poem, 'Waiting':

Until
You realize, to your surprise, that our Savior died for us all,
And as tears gather in your eyes, you burst out laughing,

For the joke is certainly on Him, considering
What we are.
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