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Papa, mom and me, a happy family, we live in a poultry. Papa is called 'Fick'. Mom's nature suites 'Meek'. I'm simply a 'Chick' Owner increased birds came attendants, guards. Our lives hang on 'Silver Standards'. Our mothers teach, 'In heaven we reach through roast, sandwich'. 21st September, 2017.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Road To Heaven
Papa, mom and me, a happy family, we live in a poultry. Papa is called 'Fick'. Mom's nature suites 'Meek'. I'm simply a 'Chick' Owner increased birds came attendants, guards. Our lives hang on 'Silver Standards'. Our mothers teach, 'In heaven we reach through roast, sandwich'. 21st September, 2017.
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Kolkata, India.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
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