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henceforth be known all men are weasels and carry their pride forlorn and inept yet waxing with sand hear the bell – satan your parcel retrieve no more

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/22/2012 4:11:00 PM
Ralph, good to see the light,,, , enjoyed stopping by once again ;-)~ Hope you are having a joyous holiday. Take care ~PD
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Date: 11/22/2012 7:09:00 AM
So mysterious...perhaps there is no hell but what we put ourselves through? for we do know when we act as we shouldn't aye? Happy Thanksgiving Light & Love
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Date: 11/21/2012 2:29:00 PM
Like it Ralph, good poem. - Thank you for your visit on my poem. - Have a happy Thanksgiving (in Norway we do not celebrate Thanksgiving) - oxox Anne-Lise :)
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