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By Jack Joseph Smith
Holy Grail
Now on the seventh day Animal and Jaqueline had
come to meet with Armenian Al. His call had come
from his shack right east of Jiven Joes; at the north
back part of the street. "Hello fine you lovers. Strange to me now
upon the bible
wave of a structural
return. Come on
in here," And he laughed and put his arms around
them as they came to him. "How goes it in Hawaii?"
"Got a lot of running in," said Animal.
Jaqueline: "A bottle of vocka - then two miles.
You know Al... I can run too."
"Better than I," said Al. "Better than I." He
let his belly shake, and smiled his teeth through
his black whiskers. "Come in, come in." He led them
into his place and showed them this weeks decorations.
He had traveled the world, and he felt a great need
to make people comfortable.
Animal respected this, and he sat down laughing and
letting stories run off his mind. HE cuts like a young English
lad snickering just to the sniff of his nose at an
American fox Trot.
"Your stories are always about running Animal; how
about love said Al?" His big teeth loved to let it
smile.
"Care for weed from the earth?" Animal looked at her blue eyes
while she offered.
"I don't smoke," said Al. "I am an artist, and art-
ists must consintrate."
Said Animal: "Hell must be raised to the sun. Each