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Jun 2017
Us
A man of the cloth, came from a shade in a movie casters watch as his move where always so moving.
And me and you are here for our own producing.
My love for you is un imagined.
And there is no type of neat or great style or fashion.
For my will and passion are never un lasting.

For our hands meet in a cold just bought freezer.
And mittens are our close near companion.
Your thoughts on this.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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