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Mar 6
Mercy drops from heaven, hot coals burn in hell, everything has it's purpose just like a dinner bell. I am not a stranger to a hard and broken life, I got with the wrong woman the source of all my strife.
But I have learned difficult lessons in this life I've had to live, my heart is three times bigger, it has taught me how to give. I am not complaining in place of gratitude, in its wake I'm forever thankful to the God of me and you.
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charles bateman
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charles bateman  57/M/Sedro Woolley wa 98284
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