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God Created The Universe, Then Look Who Happened




from the start
or as they say
in the beginning...
there was darkness
inky blotches of nothingness
then
God pulled up his shirt sleeves and
brewed a strong pot of  inky coffee
and got to work


He
splattered the sky with
explosions of light
things began to cook and collide
a universe emerged
then stars and after formed the planets
which eventually crawled with creeping life


If God had had a wife
maybe He could have cooked things up
a little faster
but Woman hadn't yet shown up
she had to be invented
and when she arrived
the heavens began to settle in
and take notice
of her


God indeed was wise
he created Woman for her to be happily surprised
and take note...
for who else but a Woman could appreciate
all of His Handiwork and Heavenly Glory



Legal Copyright for this work/for the SITE title
by this author/writer Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
straight from her "Tilt-a-World" (legal copyright)

date/time stamped 7:52 am PST November 15, 2016

I don't know where this came from...I just started
writing and this is what happened. I guess it is
because I have a sense of wry humor...and a lot of sense.
After all, all kinds of men/male energies need a woman/female
to appreciate them in some way?





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