[kahljorn]

And with that note, I believe it is time for a little sing-a-long-tunes:

Back there when I was in seminary school, there was a person there who put forth the proposition, that you could petition the lord, with prayer. Petition the lord, with prayer. Petition the lord... with prayer. YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD, WITH PRAYER. Can you give me sanctuuuary, I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide. Can you find me softer silo I can't make it, anymore, the man is at the door. Peppermint patties are chocolate candy, shampy and sax and a girl named sandy. There's only four ways to get unraveled, one is to sleep and the other is travel. One is a man up in the hill, one is to love your neighbor bill. His wife gets home. Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women throwing stones, carrying babies to the river. Streets and shoes, avenues, letter writers selling news. The monk bought lunch.