part iii of the Jesus Army Saga—whack an ant

Whack an ant O, brother Charlie are you a sycophant to sense? In pious softness spoke the Jesus Army lad. Why could I am be sick of ants? That much a strange-some question you are ask. St Elmo’s Fire plastered across his Jesus Army face. & Charlie kept to champing toast n’ scrambled eggs. Ants…

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