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Kara rhymes with Tara as if in Gone With the Wind half my wicked age constant reminder of sin she looks at me with eye's of wonder could my thoughts of her cause God to thunder My fear of her I cannot rest each time I see her becomes a test yet love her with a love that doesn't touch I must admit doesn't do much Last nite I sought her in my sin without any refusal I wondered in and with what I saw I couldn't begin the image of my daughter kicked in my daughter, my daughter has a twin my Kara sweet Kara Gone with the wind.

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Date: 7/10/2020 7:03:00 PM
this kind of put me in mind of one of my favorite movies American Beauty. Very nice work.
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Date: 7/8/2020 10:59:00 PM
Our chlildren do have a way of making us better people. Our love for them tends to bring out the best in us. Well crafted, and I loved the ending especially. Best of wishes.
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Date: 7/8/2020 6:05:00 PM
Hmmm Sounds to me like a husband and father being tempted to stray. Good thing he kept his children in mind. The one thing that kept me mindful of my actions was that I wanted my daughters to always be proud of their mom. Great write. God Bless, JB
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