Monday, April 17, 2017

Put His Hand Over His Heart

The town with its very children, not solely the flight of anger into minutes tellingly. Not that finishing of sense as business, a President in parade. The children are the town and we will help. We will let them hold rocks and reach at clouds, we will help them. We will read little books of everything to them, and tell them ponds exist. We will just say look again, anyone said a frame of thing, and feels the world as well.. A President in parade says any useless thing to stay still in saying President President. President lost the town the children just by that.

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