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HoneyDew
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When I read Cliff's post about the lack of rain in his area, I remembered a visit to a church in NY some years back. There was a very earnest young man who liked to speak as one with authority and his prayers were a treat. He was given to sudden screechings in the midst of a normal sounding prayer, which would startle visitors. Here is part of one of his prayers which still can make me get into a giggling fit: "... condescend upon us, oh Lord, in copious showers of blessings!" Except it came out like this: "conthesenth upon uth, oh Law, ith copioth thowerths of blethings!" on account of a wicked lisp.
There was also a sister giving the children's story who kept teaching the children the merits of being "pationate." Over and over. "Pationate." Which we assumed was "patient" with a passionate past.
There was also a sister giving the children's story who kept teaching the children the merits of being "pationate." Over and over. "Pationate." Which we assumed was "patient" with a passionate past.
