Me:Read me a poem God:Little Miss Muffett Sits on her tuffet In a nonchalant sort of a way. With her force field around her, the Spider, the bounder, Is not in the picture today. Me: Are you serious? God: No I am just kidding around.Me: Read me a real poem God:Sorry I don't have access to that document. Me: Why Not? God: Ambiguous: "Sure" or I couldn't think of anything else to say.
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