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Jun 2024
We will go
Down to meet
Our father
That is baptizing
All the babies with the
Holy water
None of the babies had cried
While they had been baptized
Our father had  crafted our
Babies
With his holy hands
The babies had become a part
Of our father's family
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
(60/M/Toronto)   
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