Edward Graham Macfarlane   Edward's Cosmic Sunday School   Jock folk, Willie folk Fanny folk as well, Come to Edward's Sunday School And hear the old boy tell, Comic jokes and stories, Political stuff as well, Stuff to raise your eyebrows, And might land us all in Hell. Come along with GEETARS, Come along with drums, And if all the seats are taken, You can sit upon your thumbs Come here in your billions, And sit upon the floor' And you may hear bits of poetry. That you have heard before. Bring your partners with you, So that they can enjoy, The best of Sunday teaching, Since Adam was a boy. To start the ball a-rolling, I will now tell you how, I met with Billy Clinton And he shook me by the hand. I said "How is your Airforce Sir? Is it still upon dry land?" " 'Tis the most distressing weapon faith that ever yet was seen, For some of them are orange And a lot are wearing Green." The crews cannot live together, Though all claim "Christian at the core. But every time I turn around, There is blood upon the floor." (That is the VATICAN connexion, Was the thought occurred to me.) "The time has come for HUMANISM," Is what I said to Bill, And take the boy Blair with you, Is a thing I am saying still. The only way to Global Peace, Is to arrange A GLOBAL STATE, Where HUMANS are THE BEST BET to date. Stick with ERIX PUBLICATIONS And we'll put GLASNOST on your plate Resolve at once to keep the website going well.      

Edward Graham Macfarlane  108 Forthill Road  Broughty Ferry  Dundee  Scotland  DD5 3DR  tel & fax: +44 (0)1382 730971  Email: globdem@sol.co.uk

 

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