Everyday hero - Facebook post from February 2022

In Hollywood movies of the 90s the hero comes home, throws his (heroes could still be unquestionably male back then) keys on the counter, listens to the messages on the answering machine from an ex wife or young adult child or girlfriend he is quarrelling with, or an old buddy who is in town for a night or two...

and pours himself a stiff drink (always available) over ice (always available) into a cut crystal glass, or takes a beer from a bottomless fridge always overflowing with beers, pulls the ring tab, flops on the couch, meditatively sipping his alcohol, safe in his cave, any wounds he has acquired on the outside temporarily at rest. Master of all he surveys, he picks up a remote, pushes a button, the tv comes alive and magically, after a few seconds, there is a news item which pertains to our hero, he absorbs it, turns the tv off, has another sip, processing where he's been and where he is going to...

he is at home

soon we will cut to where he launches himself back out of the womb, or we will cut to the wickedness the world is preparing for him.

In the movie of my life I come home, get covered by licks from the dogs, rub muzzles with them and marvel at their love, go into the garden and aimlessly pluck a few weeds, scratch my heat rash, my wounds are invisible.

I open the fridge, cannot find anything of interest, cobble together a banana smoothie from overripe bananas on the table strewn with miscellaneous bits of paper, I push the papers into a pile to make a space, appeal to G-d to intervene, lie down on the bed and count to 100, (don't think I have ever lived anywhere where there was not a tree visible from my window)

when a little strength has returned I pry off my sandals, wash my hands, after all

I am at home

The phone rings, sometimes I ignore it, sometimes I answer the call.

The Israeli Carpet Hound - more about the breed

 The Israeli Carpet Hound is a bred for purpose large, mostly gentle, working dog who has been specifically designed for specific tasks such as

- licking its owner and anyone else it can get its tongue on
- couch snoozing, surfing and snuggling
- light barking duties (birds, bikes, buses, postpeople etc)
- leg humping
- prewash of used dishes and pots 
- foraging and fossicking in bins and abandoned take-away-packaging .

The hound is named for its carpet like coat, peyot (long sidelock) ears, mane, human eyes, agricultural skills, and paws-on approach. The creature in the film " never ending story" was modelled on this dog.

A big beast, it stands about six feet tall at the withers, is long of leg, modestly waisted, and with a large curvaceous chest. Uniquely, this dog only comes in one gender, a she male.

The dog has some idiosyncratic behaviours, such as stealing other dogs' balls, and carefully burying discarded apple cores it finds on walks in neighbourhoods it is unlikely to return to.

Poems 5782-2022

The Israeli Carpet Hound - Characteristics and Quirks

 This ancient and noble breed has warmed the heart and feet of Israelis for over 4000 years.

We have not met the enemy, and he isn't us

 In anti-Semite and Jew Satre wrote that "if the Jew did not exist the anti-Semite would invent him (as a vehicle for the projection of the shadow parts of self - the meanness, aggression, stinginess, cruelty, avarice etc all get projected outward onto 'the Jew'. )

Israel now performs a similar role on university campuses in the West, in news rooms, on the blogs of talk show hosts, and amongst detribalized Jews, allowing for group bonding and group catharsis as a heady sense of lofty moral purpose settles like a mist upon chanting beserkers able to escape the ambiguities of their own existence by locating 'the bad' at some easy to access address outside themselves, where there is none of the pain of working on self, self reflectiveness and self confrontation.

The phenomenon is particularly remarkable amongst vestigial detribalized and deracinated "Jews", sometimes themselves the products of interfaith unions, who wrestle with the stain of their "Jewishness" and need to sanitize that stain and prove their moral mettle by joining in with the lynch mob and landing a few good slaps and kicks to the groin, particularly after a war or collective trauma, when Israelis and those who are for them may be more vulnerable than at other times.

It is also interesting to note that the Jewishness of these "Jewish" critics of all things Israeli is largely invisible in their lives - there is no obvious manifestation of Jewish linguistic or cultural or religious custom and practice and heritage in their daily round - they are to all extents indistinguishable from their secular Gentile neighbours. Their Jewishness is only selectively and opportunistically claimed in order to lend supposed legitimacy to their obsessive, one-sided and loveless criticism of Israel. These are the folk who populate Jewish Voices for Peace and similar misnomers. (My comments do not pertain to Naturei Karta and the anti-Zionist chareydim, which is a slightly different dynamic.)

Similar insights about the deep psychological and irrational roots of the compulsive and obsessive need to find Israel and Israelis guilty of misdemeanors and crimes at all costs are provided by Freud: The page references are all to Freud's last work, Moses and Monotheism (1939):

"....‘If one is the declared favourite of the dreaded father, one need not be surprised at the jealousy of one’s brothers and sisters, and the Jewish legend of Joseph and his brothers shows very well where this jealousy can lead’ (p.106).

For the Christians at least, this abhorrent claim might even have seemed confirmed by their own religious history; why else, if not because they were already chosen as special, would the Christian Messiah, Jesus, come from that obscure people? This fact intensified hatred of the Jews; somehow, it is always they who are selected for the starring role.

‘I venture to assert,’ writes Freud pointedly and perhaps with childish relish, ‘that jealousy of the people which declared itself the first born, favourite child of God the Father, has not yet been surmounted among other peoples even today: it is as though they had thought there was truth in the claim’ (p.91).

(Source: Frosh, S. (2004) Freud, Psychoanalysis and Anti-Semitism The Psychoanalytic Review, 91, 309-330).

What is the antidote to all of this discontent, these dis-contents??

Two quotations of Rav Kook, zatzal, come to mind:

“If we were destroyed, and the world with us, due to baseless hatred, then we shall rebuild ourselves, and the world with us, with baseless love.”

"Better by far to err by the love that is blind than by the hatred that cannot (will not) see.”

Poems 2021 - 5781

Poems written or transcribed in 5781:

Oct 3

ITS UNDER CONTROL

He controls himself

he controls pests

he contols his emotions

he controls his feelings

he controls his dog

he controls his thoughts

he controls weeds

he contols the temperature

he controls burns

he contols the lawn

he controls the detailing

on his car

he controls the flow of water

But sometimes

in the early hours

or at sunset when the false floor

of

the

world

has momentarily

drifted away

strange thoughts

and feelings

come howling

like wolves

at the doorway

of his heart

summoning him

to run run

away with them

_________

I speak with all the authority of doubt

I doubt my unhapiness

I doubt the destruction my eyes seem to behold

I doubt my mind and the things it makes up

I doubt my misery

I doubt yours

I doubt this moment

or any

will last

I doubt the fleeting

I doubt the eternal

_________________

October 2

REVOLT OF THE CYBERTRONS

 

No I will not have a nice day

No I will not stay safe

No I will not take care

No I will not have a pleasant evening

No I will not have a great weekend

No I will not enjoy my birthday

No I will not complete your survey

No I do not have time for a few quick questions

No I do not believe you

No I do not want your assistance with anything else

 

___________________

 

My dad is wise

my dad is kind

my dad wanks himself silly on pornhub

my dad steals office stationary

my dad is strong

my dad has backache

my dad posts nasty comments on social media

my dad is always there for me except when he's playing golf or

getting drunk

my dad is handsome

my dad is sagging

my dad means well

but sometimes, like all of us,

he gets lost in translation

my dad is learning to ask for support

my dad is doing the best he knows how

__________________

 

Sadness

why have you got

such a bum rap

people run away

as if you were a leper

the moment they

sense you coming

but all you want

is your place in the sun

and just to be held

for a while

 __________________

 

She spent many hours

in active wear

in front

of the mirror

examining

the curve

of her bum

pleased it was almost

exactly

how

bum's should be

______________

 

THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH REDEMPTION

 

I took my desperation

I took it outside

into the sun

into the birdsong

it walked beside me

like a little child

like a

faithful

shadow

that shrank

as the sun rose higher

 

 __________

 

Sep 28

 

how free

do you want to be?

free of

gravity?

so that with

nothing to ground you

you drift in space

eternally

how tied down

do you want to be?

so constrained

you cannot sit or stand

flap your wings or

turn back upon the road

you came from?

so

hold me

and

free me

in your

loving embrace

_____

 

I've been a father, a brother

a son, a friend

I've seen things begin

and I've seen them end

 

I've seen the sunrise

and I've seen the sun set

_______

 

Sep 25

 

I was unaware

I was well off

but this morning

the economics desk anchor

looked directly at me

and said

"your gold and your oil"

and shortly afterwards

the meteorologist added

"your weather"

 

 ___________

 Sep 18

The lit windows
of other peoples' lives
often look more attractive
from the outside

___________

I am a good sheep dog

I let words out to browse,

to gather significance and resonance

and then at the right time

when they are fat 

and woolly with meaning

I herd them back

into my pen

_______________

 

 

Aug 23

PSYCHOLOGICALLY INFORMED VIDUI FOR THE YAMIM NORAIM

 

For the opportunity we have missed by being afraid of change

For the opportunity we have missed by being afraid of fear

For the opportunity we have missed

by clinging to the familiar

For the opportunity we have missed

by not questioning our stale assumptions

For the opportunity we have missed

for being to hard on ourselves

For the opportunity we have missed

by being our own worst critics

But better still

We have loved
we have stepped into the unknown
we have let go
we have given
we have embraced
we have connected
we have built
we have kept our word
we have been faithful
we have faced our responsibilities
we have been open to new learnings
we have listened
we have persevered
we have acted courageously

 

 

Aug 22

"avoidance

equals

the dance

around

the void" 

 

so when your

legs grow heavy

and the breath is

heaving

 

tumble over the edge

and

 

fall fall fall

 

after however long it takes

you'll realise there is no

bottom to this void

no final smash

that will extinguish the light

 

and that you're not falling

but floating

____________

Quotation is from The Presence Process, Michel Brown

 

__________

 

When I imagine

being dead

its not from an accident

or violent attack

its in peaceful peacetime

suburbia

the mourners have gathered

under the whispering trees

the rabbi says her thing

and I'm lying there

a bit claustrophobic

in my tachrichim

and perhaps my plain pine box

and then I'm lowered into the hole

its dark

I hear the thud thud thud

as family and friends

kindly put three shovefulls of earth

into my grave

and perhaps I experience a mild panic

"how am I going to get out of here?"

and yet I'm dead

and yet in these fantasies

I'm still a perceiving knowing centre

so what, after all, has died?

 

If there's nothing after death,

then

as BK says

there's nothing to be afraid of

and no one to be afraid of it

 

but if Awareness persists

beyond the setting of the body-mind

(and into what does that sink?)

then as Mooji baba says

you only get one life

but that life is forever

 

either way

you can’t loose

____________

 

BK = Byron Katie

_____________ 

Aug 20

Some dog owners

apologise profusely

if their dog barks, or snarls

or sniffs the butt of another dog

"Behave!"

they reprimand him or her fiercely

and pull on the leash,

mortified

that their dog

is behaving

like a dog

_________

Aug 16

At the reunion
we linger a little longer
wanting to not have to
continue ageing

_________

Aug 15

sometimes the houses
can be as hushed and shimmering
as the mountains
sometimes the noise
can be as still
as the silence
all depends upon
which eyes are seeing
which heart
feeling

__________________

July 24

I met a person
without a story
like a person
without a shadow
strange at first

________________

July 22

 

PRIORITIES

Yesterday

some of the good people

of Brisbane celebrated

that although the great barrier reef

is dying

and the Amazon is going up in smoke

the Olympics will come to their city

in 11 years time

_______________

July 20

To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln:

"How long should a person live for?"

"Long enough to reach their death"

___________________

July 18 - note towards a poem

As I flew into the wind

it blew my concepts away

a few got tangled

in the tips of my hair

but not for long

As I flew into her body

it blew my concepts away

of how this should be 

or how it should feel

_________________

July 6

A VALUABLE COMMODITY

 

Someone at work

perhaps out of courtesy

asked to see my poetry

but after she had skimmed through

a few pages

her eyes darted hungrily

towards the coffee machine

_________________ 

July 5

PLAGUE

I saw on the news

there has been a serious outbreak

of contentment

the government

advertising agencies

and chamber of business

are working hard to contain it

_______________

July 4

Somedays

its ok to

get into bed

at 4pm

with your imaginary

to-do list

still unfurling itself

out the door

like a runaway roll

of toiler paper, no

into bed you go to

gently pry lint

from your navel

or stare at the clouds on your ceiling

and in this manner

you will restore

the head to the chicken

and bring the storm-

tossed

home

_________ 

When looking for whales

let your eyes sink back

into their sockets

as you scan the horizon

don't have them rush out

trying to grab some hoped for

splash of white on the blue expanse

let the whales come to you

(or not)

without clutching or forcing

 

if it is your day

you will see

what you are meant to see

 

it is always

your day

______________

 

July 2

 

Perhaps

when you were small

(like me)

you stood, before some childhood game,

as teams were picked

your heart anxiously

shouting inside

choose me, choose me

longing for that validation

that proof you were acceptable

 

if so

now is the time

to bend over

and calmly and firmly

tell that child

you are already chosen

_______________

 

June 28

 

Blessed are you, O Lord our G-d

the fountain and chalice of being

who puts us in chains and remove the chains

who gives us bodies and take them away

who starves us and beats us

soothes us and feeds us

who puts us in crematoria and gives us fresh hope

who makes one man poor and another one wealthy

makes one woman prime minister and another a slave

The soul of all life, unnameable One

awareness everywhere celebrates being.

Always you are, from womb to tomb,

from moment to infinity,

and there is no other who sets free and redeems,

enchains and sustains, saves and contains,

but That.

You never awake, and you never sleep

you spin the wheel, you ARE the wheel

bringing sleep to the weary

wakefulness to the numb

speech to the dumb

stillness to the busy

In moments of contraction You are thinner than a hair

in moments of expansion more vast than a galaxy

Nothing is except for You,

unconditionally and purposelessly,

beyond eternal or finite

Present at the first

Present at the last

plougher of the field

planter of the seed

harvester of the bounty

the indweller of every form

in every generation

the mystery that is always in front of us, of itsSelf

always adored, that arranges all

with mercy and kindness

but without any care

for name and form

O great destroyer

of that which does not exist

___________

June 16 (move to comic sketches)

Currently working on a book tentatively titled " the adolescent and young adults guide to seeing your parents through to their sixties"

 

The late forties, fifties and early sixties are time of stormy transitions for most adults, as they wrestle with questions of meaning, identity and relevance. Many will dabble in dangerous experimentation with alcohol, prescription drugs, gambling, mid-life crisis purchases and holiday homes. Some will not make it through, but this book will give you the strategies to keep your parent safe until they reach the relatively calm backwaters of the mid-sixties, with the associated anonymity and invisibility.

______________

 

May 28

 

I don't mind an ethno-religious state for Serbs (Serbia)

I don''t mind an ethno-religious state for Russians (Russia)

I don't mind ethno -religious state for Arab Moslems (Saudi Arabia, Quatar, Morrocco, etc)

I don't mind an ethno-religious state for Turks (Turkey)

I don't mind an ethno-religious state for Persian Moslems (Iran)

I don't mind an ethno-linguistic state for the Japanese, the Swedes, the Finns, the Latvians, the Lithuanians etc. (Japan etc etc)

I don't mind an ethno-religious state for Armenians (Armenia)

I could go on...

but an ethno - religious state for Jews? Isn't that a bit chauvanist and exclusive?

________________

 

May 26

 

LONG LIFE

 

It takes seven years to recover from the shock of being born

It takes seven years to recover from school

It takes seven years to recover from work

It takes seven years to recover from giving birth

It takes seven years to recover

from relocation and emigration

it takes seven years to recover

from the deaths of loved ones

It takes seven years to recover

from being made redundant

It takes seven years to recover from divorce

It takes seven years to recover

from the realisation more's behind

than ahead

so may you live a life

long enough to recover

_______

 

May 23

 

Everyone is sent to prison

at some point in their lives

whether it is a physical prison

or the prison of their circumstances

in order to learn what they are required to learn

unlearn what must be unlearnt

and become free

________________

 

May 18

 

I have no known address

no known profession

you can't pin me down in

a collector's tray

I was one thing back then

I'll be another tomorrow

and what that is

no one can say

___________________

 

 

May 8

Change the collective momentum of history

leave your husband at home

give your prized posession away

walk the pig instead of the dog

________________ 

May 7

cold winter day
I pick up the dog poo
still warm

 

____________________

Mirror mirror neuron on the wall
who is the most
connected of them all?

May 5

 בורא נפשות רבות וחסרונן...

who has woven us into a tapestry of interdependence

Lord lead me to the river and let me drink

Throw me in the water and let me float or sink

April 30: it will all be ok if we will be ok with it all

loneliness makes the feet go numb

April 28: The seeing is the doing
the hearing is the healing

April 12: 

My sperm flows

into thousand vagina river

and from there

all the worlds

census takers

cannot calculate

the explosive

population growth

April 6: The body

as commodity

Juvenalia from 1979, aged 15, Inspired by a tv commercial I saw on our black and white television set. (Remember tv only came to South Africa in 1976). The commercial might have been for a perfume, and featured ostensibly wild horses from the Camargue. Maybe it was a perfume called Mistral? And the rhyme scheme clearly influenced by the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, which we must have read in Form II (the previous year) or Form III, and which had impressed me deeply.

so strange, oh strange

the day had gone

now hot and long, the night wore on

I lie awake, til nigh on one

hot and long, the night wore on

my body weeps for sweat

how strange my dreams, my slumber teams

with visions that will haunt me yet

it was all so commercialised

that vision which was advertised

now going fast, greet sleep at last

my dream was somehow televised

wild was I, the wildest of

the mistral spawned horde

stallion pride, reared up inside

in truth I was their lord

pounding, pacing, twisting, racing

knowing what it is to run

legs so tired and yet so tireless

old we were but always young

for now my body e'tang cooled

was moving fourlegged through the night

flamingoes scatter from the marshes

we swayed through darkness, seeking light

on we pounded, on and on

for the evil clouds looked right

and my silent, so free comrades

swathed in skins of dirty white

came bursting through my consciousness....

then back in sticky, sulty heat

the road i have to take

o dreary day, o weary way

with every new daybreak

but now I know another world

away from boredom, sorrow, strife

so somewhere be, my horses free

guarding well my path to life

____________

toyed with and discarded:

then back in sticky sultry heat

back in boredom, sorrow strife

o dreary day, o weary way

back to reason, far from life

but while I know (there is) another world

lies waiting in my brain

so somewhere be

my horses free

remain my path to life

(reading it now "my path to life remain" seems much better)

_______________

Poem from the late 90s. In the process of a house move coming across bits and pieces scrawled in diaries and in this case, in Carapace No 62 (the late great Gus Ferguson's poetry mag), March 2007.

 

TO A RELATIVE BY MARRIAGE WHO BELIEVES SHE IS EXCLUDED BECAUSE SHE IS NOT JEWISH

 

and imagines we're some sort of

secret club

who all talk knowingly about 'shikses'

(a word I never even encountered until in my 20s)

like the newly appointed SABC 2 commissioning editor

who explained to me

about Jews who run America.

"Transcontinental joggers you mean?"

She looked at me blankly

with a black apartheid stare.

______________________

 

Found these notes towards a poem in an old 2006 diary, that are somehow connected to the traditional Hashkiveveynoo prayer said before going to sleep:

 

After you bury me

have a nice tea

with the murmuring clink

of saucers, sliced babka,

and aunts with soft arms and eyes

 

and let love cover you

like a father covers

his sleeping child

on a cold winter's morning

 

and like a duvet

on a cold winter's morning

let Your peace cover you

on a cold winter's death

and waken you to Life

in the spring

--------------------------------

"Grant, O God, that we lie down in peace, and raise us up, our Guardian, to life renewed. Spread over us the shelter of Your peace. Guide us with Your good counsel; for Your Name’s sake, be our help. Shield and shelter us beneath the shadow of Your wings. Defend us against enemies, illness, war, famine and sorrow. Distance us from wrongdoing. For You, God, watch over us and deliver us. For You, God, are gracious and merciful. Guard our going and coming, to life and to peace evermore."

_________________________

 

 

Wrote this little Hebrew poemlet maybe 25 or more years ago, and found it inscribed in a Soncino chumash ( Pentateuch, Five Books of Moses) that used to belong to my grandmother, Lily Suttner.

 

עייפות תהומית

עייפות אין חקר

עייפות שמזמינה

אותי אל חיקה

השכובה

השאננה

 לנוח

______________________________

 

Sometimes

I lie down

on the ground

like a five foot eight antenna

attuned to the heavenly signal

and receive

 

 

________________________

 

Above every blade of grass

is an angel with a knobkerrie

that taps the grass

and tells it

grow

 

and above every body-mind

is an angel that taps it

with the unforseen

and tells it to

let go

__________________

 

We begin with

and they all lived happily ever after for ever and ever

and then slowly we dial it back

to include how it is

mom dead at 53

divorce

non viable piglets bashed into concrete floor (cheapest)

degenerative diseases

random acts of cruelty and seemingly senseless acts of destruction

trajectory into addiction

pregnant couple slain by teenage driver

double anal penetration for your voyeuristic pleasure

and we want to go back

to Adam and Chavah and the lion and the lamb

naked and unashamed in the garden of innocence

but cogniscent that The Self cares nothing for name and form

and underneath this shadowy horror play

we yearn to see the holiness

the kindness that is mighty and invincible

the clarity and charity that dissolves madness

the reality that ends both nightmares and sweet dreams

_____________

 

The world

is Ella's restaurant

first from the foot path

a discarded sausage

then a muddy puddle

to slake her thirst

you can get anything you want

at Ella's restaurant

___________________

 

May everyone be understood

May nothing be lost in translation

May everything that wants to be, and is wanted,

be found

________________

 

Look

how the wind pushes the cloud

above the oak tree

Look

how the eye sees

Look

how nothing

and everything

happens by itself

__________________

 

Whenever you

experience

grief

or loss

for something

you are leaving

or that appears

to have left you

know that this is

testament to

your unending capacity

for connection

and love

and gratitude

which never leaves

___________

 

Now
looking back
on it
all
I

____________

 

I aspire to be

the Raymond Carver

of poetry

laying bare

in sobre

but sometimes slightly giddy

fashion

the holiness

in disappointments

and dog poop

______________

 

PARTY

I am in a transitional programme

which only gives people

a limited time

so today I had a farewell session with a client

who has been smoking since 14,

who lived for years under a bridge

and who, unsurprisingly,

in his seventies, has advanced COPD.

Now safely homed, his cupboard full,

a noisy grader building a bike path

burped and bellowed

a few metres

beyond his fence

behind which we sat

in the little courtyard

of his public housing unit

as the traffic flowed by.

 

He pulled out some beers

and green olives,

a packet of cheese and onion chips

slices of processed cheese,

opened a tin of squashed sardines

I ate the olives, drank the beer,

grimaced my way through the sardines

which although I ate them

as a sacrificial offering

suddenly tasted good,

even had a slice of cheese out of respect

for his hospitality, soothing myself

with the thought the cow's calves were already dead, and perhaps the cow also.

 

He ate too, because he had company,

otherwise he has no appetite,

and is wasting away,

as we sat and he plied me with beers

and fished olives from the bottom of the jar,

and folded his cheese - once he was a sheet metal worker -

into neat cheese sandwiches

 

Alcohol steaming lightly from my ears

a spirit libation to the Most High

he rolled himself a cigarette,

coughed and spluttered through it

and we had ourselves a picnic party.

 

And all around us

and between us

and us

G-d flowed

in G-d's mysterious way.

______________________

 

SELF OBSERVATION

 

When I am busy

blessing people

I drive very slowly

and sometimes

like Grandpa Max

stop

at a green light

 

 

SELF OBSERVATION II

 

Throughout my life

I have involuntarily

startled people

coming up behind them

as heavily as I could

but apparently

still not quite here

_______- 

 

THEOLOGICAL MUSINGS

 

There is no future
and therefore I will have a bath

_________

 

House for sale

and all the dreams in it

____________

 

GODDERELL

 

The breeze is blowing

the plants are growing

The river's flowing

G-d's hand is showing

the heart is glowing

_______

 

POEM OF THE DAY

 

made with

what was available

now

________

 

PERMISSION NOTE

 

Today

you are allowed to feel the weariness

Today

the limbs are allowed to be too heavy

to move

Today

you are allowed

to not know what it all means

Today

you are allowed to be lost

Today

sadness

can sit at your table

Today

you don't have to smile

tho' you may find yourself

doing so

____________

 

Farewell to pomegranates
farewell to dust
farewell to chrome
farewell to rust

___________

 

As we hurtle towards death

at ever increasing speed

now becomes even

larger and larger

______________

 

REPORTERS NOTEBOOK 2020

 

Alternative facts

wormholes

deep state

(of depression)

A day at the racism.

Justice for clouds.

Human wrongs.

Down with gravity.

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HANNUKAH SONG FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR

 

who will
cook
clean
do laundry?
 

I am
the Maccabee

 

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