thursday morning
And there they all were filing into the church dressed for spiritual success as the hearse began to lurch…their color co-ordinated emotions white with black trim… he thought “i love my mother… but i don’t like them.”
And there they all were filing into the church dressed for spiritual success as the hearse began to lurch…their color co-ordinated emotions white with black trim… he thought “i love my mother… but i don’t like them.”
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