Time.
It measures itself by itself
and finds no limit,
and yet it's most perfect treasures
are moments.
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5 comments:
That goes really well with another heartwarming dancing JC that I posted a while ago.
Looks like he is doing the Sirtaki (a-la Zorba the Greek) here, and is just about to break some plates.
I have said it before...geesus only tapdances in a thong...
Did Jesus just get out of the pool? Looks like he's got some shrinkage going on there.
So true.
Jesus doesn't do pools, Lew! He WALKS on water, he doesn't swim in it.
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