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Apr 2014
the preist
that we meet
stand to
their feet
to greet
the Sunday
church goers
there to
seek the
spiritual guidance
from the men of
the cloth
where the preist
draws the line
between good and evil mines
in the confession box
in their holy sanctuary
Written by
Stu Harley
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