"Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven
and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but
dust."
He would have continued but, at that moment, my very obedient daughter
(who was listening!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her
shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"
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and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but
dust."
He would have continued but, at that moment, my very obedient daughter
(who was listening!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her
shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"
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