Bpreacher's Message Poem by Barry A. Lanier
Bpreacher's Message
Rating: ★4.5
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.
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: april
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