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The Preacher Gets His Due
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The Preacher Gets His Due |
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lenny Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 63front royal, va. u.s.a. |
Just follow me He said to me And for a fee I'll set you free. Don't make me grin I said to him Your life's a sin Your words but din. He said look out I've got some clout And when I shout They all turn out. I said maybe But they're not me From you I'm free My heart's for He. He said, hey look I've got His book Right in this nook 'Neath my bank book. I said that's swell Now know full well It's hot in hell No place to dwell. He said, boy weigh Your words today For ne'er my prey Does slip away. Then from the ground Smoke did abound Now he'll expound But to hellhound! ------------------ lenny |
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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio |
very enjoyable poem. I've met some preacher's like that too, and I like the rhythm |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
I liked this! It's too bad there are those out there who will promise you freedom or blessings for paying them. How untrue they are! |
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