My daughter was born as sweet as can be, never spoke much until she was three, never strayed from her father and mother until puberty like most others. At times she cried and cried, and as the babies of most families, never told a lie. I fought in behave ever since her first laugh, as evil forces crossed her path. In Material like, she is the marbled granite look, in a laminate countertop that is Formica: As an allegorical, it is what she stands for durable; and in every everlasting way she's so adorable; The devil has thrown every deplorable thing he could sustain, in insufferable and unbearable, uncomparable ways; But there she stands so durable as she bear these days. As in the bible her sufferings are an cycle of what satan overdoes, just makes out of you Gods disciple and thats just because; For God has known how difficult it was going to be, as she started out as a baby, and she will get back, that will be a fact, and this is no maybe, so don't you count all those daisies. To close I 'd like to say, she will hear her Lord in that day, well done my faithful servant, you done well in all your ways.. Mica
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