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It's funny that I'm an Episcopalian, given that I feel like either a snake handler or a dancing Hasid.
Saying Morning Prayer, I can't decide whether I want to handle copperheads or dance like the Baal Shem Tov.
I suppose it's prudent to be an Episcopalian, since I'd get bit handling rattlers or dance my life away as a Hasid.
Disguised as a cosmopolitan Episcopalian, my secret identity is a rattler juggling black frocked pietistic Jew.
Calmly saying Morning Prayer while my shadow handles pit vipers and my anima dances dizzily in a circle.
How did I stay an Episcopalian when I set out to be a snake handler while wanting to be a Hasid?
Saying Morning Prayer, I can't decide whether I want to handle copperheads or dance like the Baal Shem Tov.
I suppose it's prudent to be an Episcopalian, since I'd get bit handling rattlers or dance my life away as a Hasid.
Disguised as a cosmopolitan Episcopalian, my secret identity is a rattler juggling black frocked pietistic Jew.
Calmly saying Morning Prayer while my shadow handles pit vipers and my anima dances dizzily in a circle.
How did I stay an Episcopalian when I set out to be a snake handler while wanting to be a Hasid?