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Working Man

My sweet working loving man If he didn't work a 9-5 he'd find another job quickly Nope no idle hands calises from one hard working man He loves me, I love him Money is no where as rich, as what the heart feels between me and him Love has flourished its evolved, it will keep on doing it until the last time I close my eyes. To leave things behind for the kids is only a dream. Hoping and believing that it will someday change. Hoping and dreaming, I am determined to attain the dreams. I am tired of the obstacles, hey someone look at me. Help me With grants that work or something. Links only take me to pay s and h of non-active grants in my state.. Hello here yes me..peering into your room. Do you know anything.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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