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66 Incarnation for Eric Dobbs She wasn’t joking when she said Jesus Filled her with the living and dead. Jesus! The cop who laughed Revival! was like the John Who preceded and heralded Jesus. When she met the gentle man who would be Her husband, she thought: Take to bed Jesus! I said, in just the right tone, I have No doubt that you have bested Jesus. The incarnation, she explained, meant sex Could not have truly limited Jesus. Oh, but he was sorry! It didn’t take Her long to see she hadn’t wed Jesus. Only her faith in herself was shaken. Magdalene hadn’t merited Jesus. A child came. He drank even more. Then left. I got to, he scrawled, go to spread Jesus. She’d hear the stories of healings and signs. She felt sick he’d discredited Jesus. He’d show up drunk with those big eyes and she’d Give in. But he never could shed Jesus. Of course, he finally overdid spirits, Was found palms up like the outspread Jesus. So many children. Some died in the war, Some in bars, fast cars. Some born dead. Jesus. 67 She was angry sometimes and sometimes scared To think the schools prohibited Jesus. I told her I believed—but I didn’t Fool her. Ron, she said, don’t you dread Jesus? ...

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