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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come. (But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!) He taught the junior high Sunday school class and was a Bible scholar. (But on the side, he 'stilled' moonshine way back up in the holler!) He was faithful in tithing ten percent of his ill-gotten gain. (For his John Barleycorn he used only the best obtainable grain!) He occupied the same pew every Sunday listening with attentive ear. (It was rumored about that he also brewed some very potent beer!) He proffered an "amen" at appropriate times and wore a suit and tie. (He was renowned throughout the county for his very delectable rye!) His tenor voice blended well when singing, "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord." (On back roads he did a bit of bootlegging in his hopped-up V-8 Ford!) He was the first to offer succor to widows, orphans and others left bereft. (He'd run his still for years - at evading "revenooers" he was very deft!) When folks were needed to serve on committees he was first to volunteer. (When asked his occupation he replied, "I'm a 'Spirit'ual Engineer!") At Yuletide he was generous with the parson giving him a beef, cash and pork. (At the annual church picnic he surreptitiously passed a bottle to uncork!) There couldn't be found a finer saint in all of Boondock County, Kentucky. (He'll continue to "minister" to parched throats thereabouts - if he's lucky!) Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Primiere Trophy Contest" Contest This poem is worthy of a Primiere Trophy since it won First Place in the Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest in April 2011. (Won $50 and an Outstanding Poetic Achievement Certificate).
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