The Time Tyranny Takes Troubling Tenure, Touches Too Torturously, Tells Tantilising Titbits, Tastes Tantamount To Teasing Totems

The 16th Century Bard is stealing all my reflective time! Fourteen lines at a time:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art 34 with a strong hot wind!
(work in progress)

Now the Moor of Venice seeks to smother me, the same fate as Desdemona, but less dramatic in my academic pursuit.

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Is prayer a privilege, an honour, a duty, a responsibility - or a composite of all?

Will there be aluminium foil in heaven?

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Sometimes I feel that if we had children then you would have something to occupy your time and you would stop annoying me.
Other times I feel too selfish to want to share you with anyone, even a child born from our own flesh and blood.

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Further challenges today about the eternal perspective - preach it pastor.

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