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kiss of death from the Hair Gun

it spits out the thinnest of dead creation paining the one with its deadly stinging kiss cry out, no not me for i am but a colored crazy slave with the letter of P. for poor and the letter of B. for the unbelieved but i must bear it just like so many who have before me they don't tell because who would believe

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 5/25/2010 4:22:00 AM
well done, i won't tell, enjoyed,..p..d
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