| By Our Seventy-Four Pews Submitted by Stephen Date: 2002 Jul 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.30.13.48.2431]] |
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To once admit, all my courageous shit, gives credit where credits' not due. In angry fits, you force tigers to sit, telling my tears don't buy your rue. Along a shore, wiping briny filled eyes; I know I can survive without you. Then why is it hard, and why do I whine, when mingled on white pews we construe? |