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Our Song

A melifluous cantor named Sholem
While asleep in the night had a cholem*,
That he chanted "al cheit,"
At the Heavenly Gate,
And it pleased the Ribono Shel Olam.
- Cantor Harry Gelman

Wouldn't it be nice to craft songs and poems out of experience?
perhaps the days of our lives are a song. If so, then we are the both the lyrics and melody....
Nothing pleases God more than hearing our song.


*dream


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