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Do not put your head into this fridge.
Do not iron these knickers while you are wearing them
Do not iron food with this new device.
Do not lie in this bed to any woman,man or carnivore.
Do not iron while inebriated or high
Do not swear in front of this electric poker.
Do not use women with malice
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God is not a verb or noun
God is not a name
God is not a colour
God is not a form
God is not a posh white man
God is not a shape
God is what he says he is
As the prophets warn
God is the whole universe
We destroy and maim
God’s more fierce than polar bears
God cannot be tame
God may be invisible
But not blind nor insane
God may be a fire
With ever glowing flames
God may speak in thunder
God whispers to the lame.
Where is he in humans?
How is he portrayed?
He’s not inside a mirror
His image is his name
Oh,I can’t be an atheist any more.
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue
How my heart sings 