Born in the department store
The animal farm
The reservation
Run! semiautomatics are going off
Darling we are gladiators
If any man love the world
The love of the Father is not in him
Self made men full of defections
He rides his bike on the ice of winter
He has no healthcare
Hit by a well insured Lexus
Now he can't pedal his bike
He limps like Jacob
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