A poem
"Our language may have been hip-hoppity-hallelujah but the pastor always delivered it in the powdered tone of a mortician handing you the receipt." Dude, I laughed out loud! Excellent, excellent writing.
Thanks Mark! It's probably a pretty familiar image to many of us. Glad you liked it.
"Our language may have been hip-hoppity-hallelujah but the pastor always delivered it in the powdered tone of a mortician handing you the receipt." Dude, I laughed out loud! Excellent, excellent writing.
Thanks Mark! It's probably a pretty familiar image to many of us. Glad you liked it.