She walks the corridors slowly
She don’t need a guard
She’s armored in her faith you see
Her bible is her ward
She’s not there to point the finger
She’s seen and heard it all
She might be five foot nothin’ man
But her shadow’s ten feet tall
And she won’t talk religion
If God just ain’t your thing
But if you’re coming to her service bro
You better believe you’ll sing
From the lowliest of con men
To the toughest guys in town
Genny walks with Jesus, man
Nobody fucks around
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A life-long resident of Sudbury, Ontario, Rob Dominelli is one who was always keen on the written word, but, believing it wouldn’t amount to anything, he gave it up. Having spent much of the late nineties in a cycle of dependency and incarceration, he returned to writing again, creating silly stories to amuse other inmates. Fortunately for us, Rob continued writing after his release. His work appears various places, including in Latitude 46 Publications and Where the Spirits Take Them on Twisted Sister . Rob (and more of his stories) can be found at http://bobbydeeworld.blogspot.ca/
