The Preacher


 Her father

the Minister,

taught the world gathered next door

to live clean lives but he often

visited my house to smoke cigarettes with Him (my dad) in the screened in

porch where, I was able to put the final nail in the

coffin that buried any misconceptions I had about whether the

preacher was human or not.

He was human!  He smoked!  He even lied!!

Published by midcenturyman

Mid century vintage man/dad, degreed, experienced, musician, music lover, photographer, writer.

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