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All the hour,
The Southern hardline preacher,
Ranting and Raving about morality.
Third person, second from the left,
Her eyes explored me,
As I dissected her dress;
Her eyes met mine.
Her dress became as tissue,
In a hard,April rain.
The service was over.
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