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Oct 2011
What breedeth this thy high rage,
          My foxy fraulein?
Why not instead bruit me my sin?
And I shall to thee truly apologize
   Right here, now, yea tonight!
For morrow's holy light
Must not upon thine hot anger rise.
Discord should we always discourage.
Folorunsho Obalugemo
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Folorunsho Obalugemo  M/nigeria
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