LIVING IN LONDON

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By debbie

My thoughs are dread, it could have been my precious beautiful daughter DEAD!!! What goes around comes around is the universal sound, For the devastation pain and suffering, Let them have it lord, POUND FOR POUND!!! The pride and strength of Britan will rise above that London Bomb, Lovely people in this world weigh massivly more than, The handful of monsters by comparison...

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