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*there are certain lessons that life always guarantees so, no matter how long it takes we always come full cycle in the end living with and loving a ****** is foolhardy and always misfires - girl he will prize you away from decency and love your money like a mad schemer till the dead man weeps in his grave weeps the tears of a sightless cadaver whose one -time true love has gone bad whose children are strangers and captives in a home their father bequethed now this smooth operator, sideburns, cigars and all reclines in the dead man's armchair and sips the dead man's vintage whiskey in a vile act of virulent disrespect and the voluptuous widow worships the ground he walks on she rolls around the house to please him as her dead husband's children join the orchestra of too many children weeping*
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
too many children are weeping
*there are certain lessons that life always guarantees so, no matter how long it takes we always come full cycle in the end living with and loving a ****** is foolhardy and always misfires - girl he will prize you away from decency and love your money like a mad schemer till the dead man weeps in his grave weeps the tears of a sightless cadaver whose one -time true love has gone bad whose children are strangers and captives in a home their father bequethed now this smooth operator, sideburns, cigars and all reclines in the dead man's armchair and sips the dead man's vintage whiskey in a vile act of virulent disrespect and the voluptuous widow worships the ground he walks on she rolls around the house to please him as her dead husband's children join the orchestra of too many children weeping*
david-mungoshi
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
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