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The World Will Be Burned Over eight hundred thousand Pounds per missile, Mate British Sterling Money NOT Imperial Weight! I could cry. Many Muslims too Have teary eyes Those who loved her smile Those who bathed In the radience Of her beauty Will remember the missile And her smile The missile And her smile The missile And her smile For a while And then When they have been brought To the boiling point The world Once again Will be burned Sean Hunt   Windermere, December 6, 2015
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
THE WORLD WILL BE BURNED
The World Will Be Burned Over eight hundred thousand Pounds per missile, Mate British Sterling Money NOT Imperial Weight! I could cry. Many Muslims too Have teary eyes Those who loved her smile Those who bathed In the radience Of her beauty Will remember the missile And her smile The missile And her smile The missile And her smile For a while And then When they have been brought To the boiling point The world Once again Will be burned Sean Hunt   Windermere, December 6, 2015
This exquisitely beautiful woman was killed by a missile:  her picture is on my Facebook page:  https://www.facebook.com/sean.hunt.3720
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Dec 5, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
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