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Deuteronomy 31:6 ~ Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.
Oh James, whose shelves are stacked with James galore,
From James Bond mugs to James Earl Jones CDs,
Thy love for James doth spill upon the floor,
In piles of James Franco DVDs.
You’ve hoarded James May’s signed Top Gear repair,
And framed a print of King James’ noble verse.
There’s James the Giant Peach just sitting there,
Next to a poster of Jessie James’ curse.
I saw thee once, in Tesco’s shopping aisle,
Caressing jars of Jameson with glee.
You whispered “Soon, my pretties,” with a smile,
Then bought them all — what strange James destiny.
O James, thy life’s a James-filled jamboree,
A James from James for James’s James-tery