No Comfort, by StephanieDPope Subscribe to rss feed for StephanieDPope 

I can not comfort you in these days.
Who is there that has no worry or sadness?
There is nothing to say of humanities ways.
There is nothing to do to find comfort from this!

SDPope
Posted: 2009-10-08 10:40:36 UTC
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