In order for love to get passed around, it must be found, everywhere.
A heart filled with overspilling love — is that Jesus? Find Jesus, drink a fine wine abundantly, then pass it around– proselytize, or prose, lightly, as an instructional manual to show how not to spill wine,
Did the dang Jews in Palestine, if it was called THAT THEN, drink good wine? Manesheeshevitz, for holdiday clown, pass it around, it is passover. Mix it, match it, give it a match to generate heat, sweat lodge, passed around, the garment district, next to whichever branch of Hudson River,
The sauna district.
Big blubbering wine, solemn arcadia Boo Booo FU WTF as if the Red River Valley, where America loved Walt Whitman so well, loved a swell, went down to a wedding where Jesus presided, kissed his feet, twinkle toes, maybe grabbed a wrap of a Twinkie,
Spam of Human Affection 
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