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My boss' wife Sherry was exasperated with her younger sister, who bought an
unreliable car and called for a ride every time it broke down.
One day Sherry got yet another one of those calls.
"What happened this time?" she asked.
"My brakes went out," her sister said. "Can you come to get me?"
"Where are you?" Sherry asked.
"I'm in the drugstore," her sister responded.
"And where's the car?"
"It's in here with me."
413 posted on
07/29/2002 5:49:42 PM PDT by
Dubya
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THE DOGWOOD TREE
When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of the wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for a tree, and so
Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown
And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be.
A reflection to all of My agony.
414 posted on
07/30/2002 6:53:15 PM PDT by
Dubya
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