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Weavily Spells

Time has come to this, words I got to speak, onward I hold to flee yet good I forehold to reach. To God be glory Today has fall in this date for real, back then, weak I stood to speak, the good came and went out of MY will. I had enough at the hill, up there I thought to GO for a deal and let my yesterday went unpeak, such I want life to be, and that was it. How were we, how many of we tend to behave like we, how many we asked why were we, and when life got tough we asked God why we? Such this game we play, and loved to win every relay is this how we hope to play and save our pockets and not to pay? The world has many means to send, on our dead bed we shall rise once again, and set the go alright, all set!!

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Date: 2/12/2012 10:32:00 AM
good morning...Yahaya..the time to speak..is always.. i get exhausted when holding back so much...i want all the right means..to get closer to God... love can be a fun game... but, God is the gift of life...sadly we have to behave..to be right... enjoyed stopping by... always..pd
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