Asked son to father “what creates
rain?”
Said father to son “let me see if I can
explain.”
So father thought for a moment and then
said
“The rain is from angels crying for a
lost soul who is dying.”
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Cookies Cookies Me love cookies Chocolate chip Peanut butter Walnut Gingersnap It matters not the kind Me love Cookies anytime
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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