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Now I'm not about to play DEVIL'S advocate I hasten to say,
But chances are you'll hear a DEVILISH expression most every day
The term "The Angel You Say" would better soothe my sensitive ear,
But even with utmost care, my ears can't screen everything they hear!

In attending the church socials, the utmost pleasure I find,
But I stand in fear and trembling with the good Lord in mind,
When I sneak a hunk of delectable DEVIL'S food cake,
Or eat too many DEVILLED eggs 'til my stomach doth ache!

As a youth I was a DEVILKIN as I traveled along the way.
My DEVIL-may-care DEVILMENT was exhibited most every day.
A caning with a DEVILWOOD twig ususally kept me humble,'
But occasionally into the DEVIL'S devious ways I would stumble!

In my youth fiery-eyed preachers scared the DEVIL out of me,
Ranting about eternal damnation vis-a-vis heavenly jubilee.
"The DEVIL made me do it" is really very suspect,
And is probably no excuse to qualify for Saint Peter's elect!

"Idle hands are the DEVIL'S workshop" so I have heard.
I suppose if we heeded that old saw, trouble could be deterred.
And if we curbed our dare-DEVIL race down life's treacherous road,
We'd have a smoother ride to that eternal and Heavenly Abode!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Bedevil" Contest - October 2010

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