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My father was a phony tent revival
Preacher who could not keep his hands out of the till, off women, or the bottle.
I was called to take his place
when he was too drunk to preach.
A wild night of revelation, a deputy, a murder or two, and I became
THE DEACON.
Oh, and there was a girl.
Or should I say, two?
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