Soap Box Preacher Poem by Robert R. Railey
Soap Box Preacher
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Soapbox Preacher
By day, he was a mild-mannered paperhanger
But when work was finished he plied his other
Trade which was the saving of souls
"The wages of sin is death, " he said,
While standing atop his box
But fear had never shone on his stone face
Nor did his voice ever waver, for the preaching
Of Fire and Brimstone had taken over his being
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: prepare
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