Past My Expiration Hour

Well, past my expiration hour. Time to take the sore feet, stiff shoulder, and tired bones and put them under the covers.

Good night, Gracies. Don't let the bedbugs bite. Or the ticks. Or scorpions. Or those black widows... Peaceful dreams, now.

Make a joyful noise unto God, all ye lands: Sing forth the honour of his name: make his praise glorious.

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