Parents Tragedy, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

They married..
How vanity draws their efforts to life.
Got the sits..
How they pass by reluctant to live for a long rest.
Have money..
The begin was nothing more from their inherit but the
Met God..
Only the one knows the best of God, and eternity sets.
The child..
Either its too late to get out of dimension, or
its too late to love their parents.
Posted: 2016-07-31 07:29:52 UTC

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