Night,. its hot
And I smell Mona Lisa all melting. No distraction, no Plus wonder to come. I see thee pull the head
back in Roseate fashion. Hear thy melting dry swallow. Hear thy best seat gold of purple burp to win.
We be
going to bed early,.
I have to do something or God will kill me. I hope Francis receives Mercy. What was it two or three incidents of youthful exuberance? Balance that against a career of service, not the best of service for sure. But even sainted father Damien
Had intercourse with his Lepers.
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