He carves you a new smiling face.

I received this in a forwarded junk email, but I thought it was strange and somewhat beautiful.

That is, the bit AFTER the pumpkin joke/fable/thing. That was just strange. Because I am not a pumpkin, even though I used to be.

From one pumpkin to another!!!!!!!
A woman was asked by a coworker,
'What is it like to be a Christian?'
The coworker replied, 'It is like being a pumpkin.'
God picks you from the patch, brings you in,
and washes all the dirt off of you.
Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.
He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed.
Then He carves you a new smiling face and
puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.'
This was passed on to me by another pumpkin.
Now it's your turn to pass it to other pumpkins.
I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch.

empire of the universe, almost as large and powerful as this of is over snow, and it seemed as though the snow flurries and the

except ourselves and diseases and with such an infinite geniality the terror of that vault. How sweet it was to see the clouds

Although I have to admit I don't quite understand what it means now that I've read it properly, but I'll just say it's because there's words missing. Is there? I can't tell nowadays, with such obscurely indie poetry out there. It does sound a little threatening though. Is it God trying his best to communicate that I must forward this on to other pumpkins or else something awful will happen?

Harumm. I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.