John F McCullagh what a poem, a rosé without a thorn, I envy your sensitivity, its not the triangle, quadrangle or the geometric shape of competition that has ever bothered me, but your understanding of seeing children in her eyes, is like a cosmic connect, crossing religions, time, traditions, it proves all that is written without the sanction of human heart stands rubbished and canned in the bins of history. Bravo.
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John F McCullagh what a poem, a rosé without a thorn, I envy your sensitivity, its not the triangle, quadrangle or the geometric shape of competition that has ever bothered me, but your understanding of seeing children in her eyes, is like a cosmic connect, crossing religions, time, traditions, it proves all that is written without the sanction of human heart stands rubbished and canned in the bins of history. Bravo.