October Thirteenth Two Thousand Six
Some people may think perhaps that I was blowing....
Kisses unto His beautiful moon as His majestic Son after
Arriving at this place ? But the fact is that long afore being led
Here this heart was loving my Beautiful Father an altar unto Glory's
King of the universe: so I guess the message would be, don't *uck up stud.
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