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I do not know my God
He is ether, an apparition. I've been told of him many times His power and his glory. I am a child of cable TV, the computer My newspaper is e-mailed to me. My generation bends space and time Conference calls to Tokyo with a Nokia. I am a walking advertisement We all wear sandwhich boards. No, I do not know my God He's never been on the headline news. He doesn't have a commercial I've seen or a site on the web. He is a snark to be hunted and something to be found.
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