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Poem: ‘Ol Abe Tells Another Whopper on the General Store Porch 

I tried ignorin’ it at first. I mean,
when one is hearin’ voices in his head
he shouldn’t just assume he’s plum insane.
It mumbled first, but then my name it said
as clear as my own voice you’re hearin’ now.
“Take Isaac to Moriah yonder, build
a pyre. Sacrifice him there.” So out
I lit for home to see those wishes filled.
I saddled up my ass and strapped the wood
to him and hiked for days to where the Lord
had told me where to go. My friends, you should
have seen the look in Isaac’s eyes before
I brung that blade right down. The Lord done changed
His mind! Now tell me, folks, that that ain’t strange.

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