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How they share not, the blood they pump, Is a riddle that renders me dumb. Ponderous, how they are so alike, And yet he is not his son.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
Who Do We Fall For?
How they share not, the blood they pump, Is a riddle that renders me dumb. Ponderous, how they are so alike, And yet he is not his son.
BobbyRen
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
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