The Wages of Sin
There was once an old parson named Guy Flynn,
Who ranted about the wages of sin.
He scared the hell outta me,
Makin' me fall on my knee,
Forswearin' my profanity and gin!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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