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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Burning IV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Once they get your deposit, there's no end of their 'little charges'. Pretty soon you're twenty-thousand in hock. And still no divorce.<br>He stirred the embers with a stick and began to feed the flames with the Gideons as if they were lobsters at a clam-bake. Then he lit a cigarette. His face was deeply scarred. He was missing two fingers of his right hand, which he used, anyway.<br>'No wonder', I thought. 'But the poor bibles. All that gold leaf'.<br>'Would you like to burn one', he said suddenly.<br>'Absolutely not'! <br>'Ah c'mon'.<br>'Well, maybe just one', I returned. Anything to be agreeable.<br>I picked up a Gideons' and laid it carefully on, thinking of my 'friends' and prepared to jump back. I must admit, nothing happened, though I won't say it felt good.<br>I sighed and looked around. Times Square had never looked more beautiful. There was nothing I could do to convince him of the depth of his depravity. So I took out my cell-phone, which has a hidden camera, and took a picture. Then I radioed my driver. Headquarters would get a full report.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a></strong></div>