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I'm the Nat Geo reader the Facebook creeper the go- to- sleep- later the fake ***** hater. I'm the question asker the things- I'll- never- use- again stasher the big stomach eater and natural leader. I'm the girl with the small eyes and big hands. And why would God give a girl with so much to see and no one to hold small eyes and big hands, can you tell me? God is laughing you see. He's saying Child.. I knew you'd be a seer- to- believer a mental image taker- not- leaver so I gave you small thirsty eyes and big hands too, because you're usually a pusher and bigger hands would make you that much more likely to hold things close to you. So my squinty eyes can see that my big hands push me to pull things close. And I completely forget their size when I thank God for a mighty fine pair of hands and eyes.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 9:46 AM UTC
Hands and Eyes
I'm the Nat Geo reader the Facebook creeper the go- to- sleep- later the fake ***** hater. I'm the question asker the things- I'll- never- use- again stasher the big stomach eater and natural leader. I'm the girl with the small eyes and big hands. And why would God give a girl with so much to see and no one to hold small eyes and big hands, can you tell me? God is laughing you see. He's saying Child.. I knew you'd be a seer- to- believer a mental image taker- not- leaver so I gave you small thirsty eyes and big hands too, because you're usually a pusher and bigger hands would make you that much more likely to hold things close to you. So my squinty eyes can see that my big hands push me to pull things close. And I completely forget their size when I thank God for a mighty fine pair of hands and eyes.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 9:46 AM UTC
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