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Wisdom walks with a cane, into the family room. Where he sits down in a recliner and tells his grand- kids old war stories. Wisdom sl...
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sick
S
uffering from some kind of
I
llness. It's like an annoying little
C
ockroach, that you just want to
K
ick out of your immune system.
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Janine
December 21, 2010 at 7:43 AM
This is really good!!
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This is really good!!
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