Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
I hope you've left all the blackberries in the jam, and haven't strained out the pips to make heretical blackberry jelly.
Blackberry jelly is a affront and an abomination unto my sight. My blackberry jam is very pulpy and pitty.
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