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The Storm

God bless the weary souls that broke there necks grabbing people off of roof decks. But i hope that the reason for others to be so late, was not to protect the French Quarters and mansion gates. God knows thats not the case, saving pretty places and not all those innocent faces. we hope that new Orleans opening in a week. while mothers and fathers have children to seek is not because of what they thought held worth? because nothing is worth more than human birth. we hope that in case of another disaster they let my house go. and save you much faster.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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