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Good News Grips Midnight Phil

Phil doesn’t go to church but after midnight he enjoys watching preachers on TV swing their bibles in the air, march across the stage, yell about the joys of heaven and louder about the pains of hell. He likes to see believers sing, raise their arms and dance in ecstasy down the aisles. They might be on to something, Midnight Phil thinks, clicking his remote and wondering if they could be right and if they are, what about his bones. Where will they lie after midnight. Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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