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It didn't matter who, Or When, Or Where, Or What, He used to get his way. A manipulative little boy, Born and bred to be, No less than destructive. A brother by blood, But by God not by love, And perhaps that's why.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
Lost Boy
It didn't matter who, Or When, Or Where, Or What, He used to get his way. A manipulative little boy, Born and bred to be, No less than destructive. A brother by blood, But by God not by love, And perhaps that's why.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
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