Well, my dear clusters, your all gone, your in heaven now. I will miss you dearly, every part of you, even the BATS...EWW. You've brought many good memories, and I love you.
Thanks for the memories!
Built on sand.
11 years ago
While women weep, as they do now, I'll fight; while little children go hungry, as they do now, I'll fight; while men go to prison, in and out, in and out, as they do now, I'll fight; while there is a drunkard left, while there is a poor lost girl upon the streets, while there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I'll fight-I'll fight to the very end!
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