Showing the world that Lubavs can too write good!
Strange ways, running through the ways, strange ways, always, march through the desert trying to find your way, march march through the desert trying to find your way-
All's I'm trying to say is that from the forest itself comes the handle for the axe, drop the staff Moshe Rabbeinu split the ocean in half, march through the desert this ain't where it at, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop chop 'em down, chop chop 'em down-
What was that about the axe?
does this often happen to you?
No . . . though as of late, this blog has been rather dead.
Instead of lamenting, why not work towards rescusitation?
Right, I'll catch up on the story and try and get it moving.
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