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As I herd cattle in 104 heat, just to get food to eat... Rememberin' what it was to be rich, then all taken by the witch... A woman so very evil, like a fat bollwevil... To let lies eat away lives, as if to stab by knives... It's really just not fair, that she does not love or care... About my little boys & girl, & their poor broken world... GOD knows about my plite, only He can make it right... Just want my kids to care, about the sacrafices I made there... I LOVE them & swear, that in My heart I am always near !!! For My Kids, LOVE DAD PRV

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