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A man named Henry, who was a builder, was walking home one day and saw a bookshelf was in a front-yard, he needed one in his house for all his books.So Henry went home, got his pick-up truck, and put the bookshelf in
Elise by Henry Bertheaud
Hey I can see you on the ground for I am not blind. You beg for ninety five cents for food to find. Everyone walks past you like your a disease. But really all you ever say is please.
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