Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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Young child of the dusk
Young child of the dawn
Son is becoming, stretches and yawns
No voodoo this is not for you
My greatest, come out and through
Be true, do you
Cause’ we do ourselves best
Be polite, Life ain’t hard it’s a bless…
- 08/07/2006
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