Craddock

And so I pass on to you
what was handed down to me
That when Fred Craddock
came to Saint Peter
he told a whopper of a tale
about a man, a son, a giant,
a sound, a dog, a rhyme, a song,
a silence, a word, a child.

With a stern look, Saint Peter
asked him if his story was true.

“Grace,” Fred said, “Is always true.”

in pace requiescat

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