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White Smoke

Once there was a man called Wise “The Pope” “After all I am a sinner, good thief” words of hope. Souls round the globe to heart Poor, downtrodden,ignorant. bloody sinner, thief are no good with Pope!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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