Cry the beloved beautiful bountiful burrough Africa. We shall overcome over time overtly covertly. Nothing remains the same even the shame and the blame. The contradictions of life. We live with strife under the knife of those we entrusted with our life.
Great poem. I feel you.
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Cry the beloved beautiful bountiful burrough Africa. We shall overcome over time overtly covertly. Nothing remains the same even the shame and the blame. The contradictions of life. We live with strife under the knife of those we entrusted with our life. Great poem. I feel you.