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The Angels Won’t Play Trumpets

The Angels Won’t Play Trumpets

Throughout the Heavens history, Heralds have been played;

The Angels blow their sacred horns, when access in is made!

They always have play trumpets, to hearken this event;

For another blessed soul ascends, and to Heaven has been sent!

But they just asked God a favor, they’d like to play French Horns;

God asked “Why do you seek change now, these instruments since time you have adorned?”

Gabriel spoke for all the Angels, and God then understood;

“The Son of Satan too is called Trump, and he is evil, instead of good”!

“And his name upon our instruments, makes us very sad”;

“For he is the incarnation of the Anti-Christ, devoted to all that’s bad”!

God gently patted Gabriel, and said “Wish granted as of today”;

“For I too have damned this Donald Trump, to Hell to ever stay”!

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Tony Taylor

WOW!! ~ LARRRY ~ so I guess you don't like Trump very much!! (lol!)......... God bless you my friend........ and thank you for this....... I'm with you brother!!.......... smiles........T xo

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Larry Ran

Hi Dear Tony,

You guessed it Tony.  In fact, I'm a bridge player and the only thing my brain will let me bid is "No Trump".  Thanks, my Guru.

Peace, Love and Rockets, Brother,

xox Larry

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Georgina Richardson

Well done sweetie for this one. Although I don`t know anything about him, I have heard a lot of people complain about him, Geoff has too. You`ll have to enlighten me on the subject so that I can understand fully about what he is like.

I love my Larry and Linda

G xx

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Larry Ran

Hi Dear G,

I just got back from my trip.  I left Ohio yesterday at ten a.m. and got back today at ten a.m.  I drove to Chattanooga, TN, getting there at five p.m., for some drinks and a nice big steak, then started the five hundred mile drive to home, taking several naps in the van.  You asked about Donald Trump.  There is something several people get when they go to Mexico from accidentally ingesting some of the water.  It is called Montezuma's Revenge, and entails having horrible diarrhea for four or five days.  As a friend of mine once described it, he said, for the first two days I thought I was going to die!  For the next two days, I was hoping I would!  Imagine something a hundred worse than this, and that is Donald Trump.  He is a racist, bigot, misogynist, sociopathic charlatan, Hitleresque, and the most dangerous person that has ever tried to become President of this country.  God help us if he by some means ever gets elected, but Larry thinks Hillary is going to win by a landslide.  I think it will be very close either way, because he has this solid block of people who would vote for him even if he shot someone, and apparently share his views.  Wish us luck.

Love from us both,

L & L

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Greg Etsell

hi Larry you hear the new trump sandwich WHITE BREAD FULL OF BOLOGNA WITH RUSSIAN DRESSING AND A SMALL PICKLE.

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Larry Ran

Hi Greg,

I checked this sandwich out, which by the way, is spot on.  The only place that it is available is at the Dollar Store.  You've made my day.

Larry

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