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A table of Jesus-stuff at the door A beefish man in gas-station shades Channeling Chaucer’s Pardoner – he ain't Never heard of him – in peddling salvation “It’s for the church. It’s for the missions,” he says Ignored by most.  Then in a mutton moment He spreads his legs and clutches at his (faith) Laughing a pelvic ****** at his fellow apostle A gormless guide to The Golden Shore Touting tawdries and tidings at the truck stop door
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
Selling Jesus at the Truck Stop
A table of Jesus-stuff at the door A beefish man in gas-station shades Channeling Chaucer’s Pardoner – he ain't Never heard of him – in peddling salvation “It’s for the church. It’s for the missions,” he says Ignored by most.  Then in a mutton moment He spreads his legs and clutches at his (faith) Laughing a pelvic ****** at his fellow apostle A gormless guide to The Golden Shore Touting tawdries and tidings at the truck stop door
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
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