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They don't go to Heaven where the Angels fly...
They go to a Lake of Fire
and fry...
Won't see Them again 'til
The Fourth of July!
Missed my old Friends and How I would love to love some lovely
lovers of giving, sharing and taking...unforsakened blissful searches for living.
Out there darkened with warmth and light herein, do come.
Do come.
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