Bpreacher's Message Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Bpreacher's Message

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All the hour,
The Southern hardline preacher.
Ranting and raving about morality.
Third person, second row on the left.
Her eyes explored mine,
As I dissected her dress.
Her eyes met mine.
The dress became as tissue,
In the April rain.
The service was over.

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