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What Mama Told Dada Made Dada Blush

   
   
 Beaten up beaten down and left to cry  
 left to die  where    
not even the trees can be happy.    
   
Float glide slip slide where the waters    
insist you naught be dry, just to cry    
some more (unto big weepiness again).    
   
The real night has no shadows to deceive    
our senses. It's a place of deep peace. Not    
hardly the place of trepidation fulla spooks,    
devils, anti-christs, vampires, or the like.
Tis the same    
care-free playground where children have a    
chance to become saints in any given daylight,    
   
The rotted dead pose no threat here    
                                                          at all.    
   
   
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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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Author's Note
What Jesus told me in a virtual vital vexating visitation.
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