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Mar 2016
I'm a walking book all you have to do is turn the pages.....my life is a set of stages....paining sin after sin...i'm a disgrace to my own kin....as God poured the bucket of his children into the building....all that was heard was crying...it was a closed casket....
Bones powell
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Bones powell  Uranus
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