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Aug 2012
Where exactly they came from,
Nobody knows,

The rain cools the earth,
while the sun attempts,
to heat it up again,
what a complex system,

Well, in anycase,
I just wonder if,
the devil really beats his wife,
everytime this happens,
because thats not very nice,
and if I were the devils wife,

I'd leave,

Because, no love is worth,
being beat on,
by the very person,
whom is supposed to love you,

Yeah, if I was her,

I'd already be gone.
it was raining, and the sun was shining bright, and I remembered the old wisetale, that the devil beats his wife when ever it rains while the sun is shining bright.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
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