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A mess.

So God was juggling with some Balls of Glass
Balls the size of basketballs
Inside of each were even more
Multicolored balls.
Juggling, but not concentrating enough
And distracted as He was by the approach
Of a charming and totally gorgeous Archangel
Thus He lost His grip, lost His hold,
And one of the balls fell on the floor.
A mess of water. fumes and tsunamis.
Brooms and mops were brought
Took Seven minutes to clear the mess
And  swish it out the door
And thus the Universe as we know it
Was created, my Lord.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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