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Board -Pieces - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

NO sermons, just board pieces,
and a wisper from a beatifull

and the strange preacher yells,
sinner, sinner, repent, or go to hell,

NO sermons, just dry- dust and a
cup of carnel bliss, that beatifull
carnel bliss,

and that strange preacher, yells,
sinner, sinner, repent, or go to hell,

the appalled preacher ends his
talk, and goes in the back to take
his drugs, and masterbate.....

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/12/2006 11:33:00 PM)

    A stunning piece of verse, Sir David! Let it not be said that you ever shyed away from a subject matter''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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