Retreat With No Conversion Poem by Bill Grace

Retreat With No Conversion



Herb tells me the story
Which I believe is not a tale
Of a journey to the court house
Intercepted by a fellow with a big and drawn knife
'Give me your wallet! ' says the bad guy
Little Herb did draw his gun
Remarkable how fast it made that big guy run.

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