Creator Daughter She Not Or Wife
There she has his foot stool, for all that won't give
her their bread, her inside voice and out voice is
different, there her saints don't believe that the
hornets his daughter inlaws, the feeling of ice
in there blood, there they have a voice for all
goodness out and inside different. don't do
it don't make saints out of hospitals their
friends live like millions. give it away, they
don't give their last cent, they don't work
for nothing. give it away this work it will stop them.
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