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That Time My Pumpkin Had Babies
Heaven first then the work! Why, spouting out from a child's mouth, it is pure pity! One would know no better. How, yet should a grown man Spout the same scornful message He applauds himself with the thought and to bright comes the tellie Files tossed to the side under his glass aged whisky. Age … Continue reading Sun, oh son