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Toldos Snapshot
I can’t imagine Yitzchak jesting,
With anyone, much less Rivka,
Perhaps it was a way of checking,
How long she should be his Sista’?
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Toldos Snapshot
I can’t imagine Yitzchak jesting,
With anyone, much less Rivka,
Perhaps it was a way of checking,
How long she should be his Sista’?
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Chayei Sarah Snapshot
Rivka doesn’t call for father,
Runs instead to tell her mother,
Then they bargain with no other,
Than her shady older brother.
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Vayeira Snapshot
They approached through a desert haze bubble,
Avraham should have known it meant trouble,
Though he mentioned with tact,
What he thought of the act,
The cities were still burned to rubble.
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Lech Lecha Snapshot
Noach’s 500, when son Shem was born,
In the year fifteen hundred and fifty,
How the dor-os diminish until Avraham,
Who thinks that 100 is nifty!
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Noach Snapshot
Noah’s Ark, it had no sails,
No rudder and no helm,
Just gopher wood and tar and pitch,
Was it designed in Chelm?
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Bereishis Snapshot
Chanoch, born of Kayin,
Was good at building cities,
Grandson Lamech had poor eyesight,
And killed Kayin, what a pity.
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Shemini Atzeres/Simchas Torah/V'Zos HaBracha Snapshot
Two years, since that Simchas Torah,
Are those returning the same as those taken?
Will the graves of the lost be found?
As we dance, will we yet feel forsaken?