the baby's cussin and I don't blame him one bit don't get me wrong I don't condone it I mean it's not my child I smile "he's not my child" he barely can talk but I know what he means because I know where he's coming from when I was born I too put up a fuss demanding to see who's in charge "take me to your leader" but instead a bottle was shoved in my mouth to shut me up drop the rod listen to what the child has to say don't be so quick to whip his but
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Pacification
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love_supreme says: Fire! |
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mlowe5 says: Agreed! For out of the mouths of babes, comes so much wisdom. Nice share. Thanks. Peace and Love. |
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