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Flood It's a long stretch from my door to the table. Too often falling, I walk and I stumble. I come to my chair and then I sit down. Thank God, the Creator, this day is now done. I have heard words, not understanding the tongue, Such words, all dressed up like the kine of Bashan.223 I also recall all the speeches I'd say Like Esther the Queen in a Purim play. My cat comes around, with her prattling mew: Now are the Flood Days. I thought you knew! I've been offered salvation in Noah's Ark, So smear on some lipstick, and let's both embark. Right here is the Ark. She has swum there, my cat, But I've been held back by theflowerson my hat. I can't swim that far, not even for refuge, It seems that I'm fated to sink in the Deluge. 1964 465 1959 ,pnyT:i ,pnyTj jyr-'T nya •Tin rx :nxa p^yan o^aan mxryi ]IKH ^ITK •Tnx naopn -fK px p a D^a nsrnnx "T |xstr; 7X ,^o x ix ix: 7m fx •my^ x |x ix: ijrDjrn px 7m«]Kt2; T X D^a n^aVw DTXXS^ t?nxi ttxn'o •TK ^xi D^aan p^xyan px naan H TX •DOKSIXS nyrV ps T ^ DXI ,DDxay: 7m ''ITX ^nxa oyr^p oyi oxn n px D^3 o^nss B^prw TX oxn ,DXT ypxo pK 466 ...

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