Spencer

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The earth quakes in thunder claps a hapless dressing for a proud sun melting clouds enough for rain.   One is born, another dies a constant neverland of never come again.  
I just gave you the link to my account. I'm hoping you don't hate me for this. But I wouldn't blame you if you did. To say I was hurt would be an understatement...
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