Thursday, February 16, 2012
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile. Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile.
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
1st Corinthians 15:52
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