Waiting upon the corner for her light to change; noticing across time's way
Two twin female puppies tagging along behind this guy; their tiny tails wagging
Endlessly as they went thinking, how innocently pure, these, lovely creations....
Gathering stones, of condemnation to kill a child; tossing garments, at Saul's feet
Considering his song from the nineteen eighties: What makes...
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