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Who told you that? You weren't there, If I'm small to know, Many tongue will err, The listener is selling a tactful lie, It's done with a croon, I'm not a cruel heart to fly, Every poison of truth settled to comply, What else again? I won't pick a brain, Not about leasing you a reign, She must be the older? Yet still,I'm the beholder, Where she's going I'm not caring, Maybe when I do what she do, Happiness will win for us two, Mum already calls me Walkingshoes, Thus the possession of active tools, I'm lighted in a sun, Come on,every work is ever done, Since you're stiffed in my arm, You're with the historical champ, Secured from their wicked avenge, Feel the trace of revenge, Stay calmed!

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Date: 2/16/2018 1:41:00 PM
Hello Anderson Walkingshoes I have just read this poem.It is beautifully written,nice to meet you. have a nice day. my friend.
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Anderson Walkingshoes
Date: 2/16/2018 6:20:00 PM
Have a great time to,DARLENE DE BEAULIEU! Much love to you!