Love is like lighting, they say it never strikes the same place twice and those who so speak, speak in ignorance.
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The sullenness still showed percocet in the black face; Heaven knew what he might do if he suddenly began to balk.. But little recked the widow and hydrocodone less recked the deacon.. No--why, what's the matter? diflucan Oh, beaucoup de matter...
hi, how come no new poem on ur other blog -A Little Insane- its been a long time...
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The sullenness still showed percocet in the black face; Heaven knew what he might do if he suddenly began to balk.. But little recked the widow and hydrocodone less recked the deacon.. No--why, what's the matter? diflucan Oh, beaucoup de matter...
hi, how come no new poem on ur other blog -A Little Insane- its been a long time...
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