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Nov 01, 2007
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Stained Glass
we had no choice...
we were a little row of innocents looking as if we derived from a single egg wearing identical uniforms of wool kneeling in a symmetrical wooden pew with dimpled folded hands praying that our fingers spared the ruler for intertwining fingers while conjuring up a sin or two preparing for our penance. we had no choice... we had no voice... we do now— dbrock, Nov 01, 2007
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tbeaudet
18 years 9 months ago
Catholic girl.....
dbrock
18 years 9 months ago
LOL…Hit the nail on the
tbeaudet
18 years 9 months ago
I complained as well
IKnowNoBox
18 years 9 months ago
I went to Public school ...
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