Is It Real Or a Hoax?
I was once considered by my own admission, Qua-z-moto, because no dove
would love me or look upon me for me. Now after reading a e-mail for A
PRECIOUS GRACE: I contemplate this fate.
Today I deem myself a man of integrity and a man with a heart far richer and
more beautiful then the rarest of Gold Boullion from the fartherest regions of
Ancient Africa.
Yet, I find myself in the midst of the unknown sudden impact of silent joy from a
stranger with a delectable desire that has cause her to see deep within the
hidden regions of my being. Surely only God Himself could have inniated such
matter. Is it real or is it a hoax? Only time can reveal such a hopeful jubilation, or
such a tragic moment of profound weeping.
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