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Apr 2017
In the garden he wept sorely. In the garden he cried alone. In the garden he wept for you and me. In the garden, he cried in anguish for another way. In the garden, he wept until they came for him. In the garden, cried father let it end. In the garden he shed his tears until he shed his blood. In the garden he wept to fulfill the will of God.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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