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26 26  CharlaX is a poet in the south of America in the Wwestland Heartland let me tell you about mye namme. Mye namme was Charles not John the given one. Eye took away the pesky e added ax to resolute the cross of Jesus. The namme has only been changed to add on the evidence. He is Risen. Christ the Lord is Risen from the Dead to be the Propitiation of us all in the Forgivenness of sin the resolution of the dead the GOD of living people the GOD of loving people but let us leave the love for this one moment and talk about the coming justice of the judgment. When eye looked around the room just now eye saw no students at all except four in a two tier computer room of twelve computers there is nothing there but gangers they look like little children some of them they have no proof of age but play and talk too many resolutions. Let the goats have the way for now the sheep will eat the goats will smoke no papers needed then to roll them bones so resolute. My heart was fire she sent me a picture in return for a kis. Eye made wallpaper from the painting.  A secret revealed is love like this. So resolute in misery my livery improved to healthy. Eye was outside in the fray during a class change there was about 400 students just moving from A to B and then one of the boys said he got robbed. His friend was incredulous his book was gone stolen from his dorm room. How would a detective help them on a door to door search here is what it would sound like. Eye am looking for a stolen book. Will you let me look. It was taken from the dormostory resolutely by surprise the crook must be a student in the boys very own class it would now take several days to search them out. Here is the conjecture of what rally happened. The bum was drinking heavily when he decided to hit the dorm just to see what was in there he hid his can sacks carefully in the shrubbery near the dormitory and he kicked in the window with his steel toed boots on. He searched the sparse settlement to no avail when he espied the book on the table. Why can't little Johnny read. The Title was Chemotherapy 101. He took it with him off campus and took it home the book is in the jungle behind the seven eleven the case is closed so resoluted. The resolution of the gragonfly when marking time in pencil don't steal the lead eraser but resolve to stop the drinking and the stealing the rapping lies of resolute replies ask not what the bell tolls it tolls for thee ganger resolutions. Poor Donne alas poor CharlaX won't relax but works so hard to resolve the resolute intrusions.  

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