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Note to myself.

Note: Remember you are number one. Note2: You are a very surreal POP Poet. Note3: There is no note 3. Note 4: When I stick By my God He told you what you wanted to hear. Note 5: Go and thank GOD for the shallow finding in you. Note6: Messure up for your cross. Note7: Shit I do not think I will go to heaven. Note8: Your on your own.
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paul-hardwick
64 / M / English
Published
Aug 29, 2014
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True and kinda pop to the surrealist said POP@ul.

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