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Aug 2023
So fortunately
I am to have a father
That loves me without limits
Also he is the one
That had made me
In his image
Many years ago
And had placed me
Here on earth
Also to live
With my siblings
That my father made
With his holy hands
We are our father’s children
All the youngest  children
Are now teenager
And I am the oldest child of
My father
I am no longer a teenager
I am now an adult
Also our father was the one
That thought us to pray
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
(60/M/Toronto)   
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