the tempest of the truest form of losing lawn to the devil.the infinite weather.the call to arms, she do harm.the book is like i look.think.do i drink from poison pen? make a men unhappy? give me the cap, b, and see what worlds turn when shoulders burn.i would stick by what i said about obama, his teachings and his mama.feel the farmer?

chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

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