The night I told God... I could do a better job...of running this sphere.... placing the moon here...and the road there....with trees everywhere....and so I got my way....and if I might say....was doing a pretty decent job....till cicadas waking started....and stars began departing....and darkness wasn't regulated...and floods inundated ...and I prayed for day....to tender my resignation of doing a better job than God...
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