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Thensing Tongue

those of them consorted to divide the two they sought telling stories they found opportunities to take. seizing days for tomorrow to undermine the means of existence, thus making different what he sought to accomplish words of woman, made him wanted there men, found comfort in befriending him. they stood beside him when he wished to marry. they congratulated him when he made pregnant his wife. days when times were different, others sought favors from those they supported in the past. needing appreciation for doing new things, and loving new woman. one found himself in love and in the mist of his realization, he asked those friends who had been kind to him to support his campaign to marry. they saw fit to turn there head citing the woman's inability to make decisions in a timely fashion. they used words and phrases and skirted issues "like women" the fela said of these folk he wanted to be his friend, " like woman they support the campaigns of strangers, turning their back to be unkind and selfish, lacking courage and means, to gain which is right in it's proper speaking." yet those who divide are unseen and their voice can't be said as familiar. they make strange your interest to cover their own desires, paper thin are there there ego's, the materials they use to cover are transparent: then which angers them might be that they have accomplished, and wish to make those who wish then to do such things seem lesser persons, those who have not the ability to achieve. " which post holds the roof to the floor: might he in anger have the house to collapse" "they tempress the tinsinging pultute: to make folly of your feelings. speaking the names of your enemies to make your frustrant and spiteful. they tell those you, what you say: never speaking of the manner you said it!" "he that troubles shall be seen as vindictive and revenge seekers: making the easy targets for those who like trouble" what weathers hast thee to toil: that your woman have unraveled your sense and ability to restore.

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