I'm glad the Master wore a robe and sandals
lived on the edge, in a cave with candles
Told the bourgees to sell all the hoard
liquidate and give it all to the poor
Help a neighbor, twice what is asked,
assist all with whatever task
Share fish tacos, fish and bread
get back to your heart, leave the head!
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