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So this man arrives in heaven, and walks up to Saint Peter
Behind whom are a million clocks, upon a giant wall.
“Can you tell me what they’re for?” “Each is a lying meter,”
Responds the world’s first pontiff, outside the hallowed hall.
“Each measures truth and falsehoods when a living person speaks,
And for each lie he tells, the hands advance a single minute.
The Dalai Lama’s hasn’t budged once in a thousand weeks.
And for all I know, Malala’s might well have cobwebs in it.”
Indeed, some clocks were inching on, some seemed to barely run.
“Is there one for Donald Trump?” asked the puzzled man.
Saint Peter smiled and said, “I’m glad you asked that, son —
The Good Lord keeps it in his office — it’s his ceiling fan.”
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As long as the roots are not severed, all will be well in the garden.
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