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Re: The Ruined Wreckage of Autumns Sweet Lullabies Singing Me Softly To The Pits of...
Your welcome you old inPRESSER You  he he
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I Indeed Babtize you with water BUT ONE Mightier Than I Cometh The Latchet Of Whose Shoes I,am Not Worthy To Unloose He Shall Babtize You With The Holy Ghost And With FIREEEEEEEEEE John The Babtist You Never Count Your Money When YOUR Sittin At The Table There Will Be Time Enough To Count,em When The Dealings Done
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