RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Youth wasted on spent elderly people, sitting in seats of lying all their days, proclaiming their innocence with forked tongues.
How pitiful and useless they are in their imagined seats of importance.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013
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