Parents Tragedy, by George Chow
How vanity draws their efforts to life.
Got the sits..
How they pass by reluctant to live for a long rest.
The begin was nothing more from their inherit but the
Only the one knows the best of God, and eternity sets.
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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