The Preacher
advice that comes not once, but twice
seemingly good enough to suffice
but in my head- not quite as nice
as fire in a chimney, but rather ice
I never learn but always teach
of many things I stand and preach
my words, not soft or mushy like a peach
pierce the soul as I give my speech
and yet something small reaches me
even past the fire in the daft chimney
a spark of reason, so definitively
pronounced that I may better see
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