Charles Gunter

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Dear God how will my soul inter your kingdom will it be carried my angels or like the wind carrying smoke from a smoldering fire drift helplessly into the havens void for whatever path is taken I know it will be a peaceful journey.
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She wore blue as walked down the aisle every man in the room stared and smiled.She had big eyes full thighs and a face that face full of love she is gods gift to the human race.
When I see the color blue I thank of her. My life change that day just because she wore blue.
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They say darker the berry sweeter the juice surely my sister that saying was meant for you.
How perfect you are how sweet the taste of this mahogany fruit.

Often rejected because of your complexion used and abused treated like refuse but I refused to let them treat you other then what you are
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