Yay for no more bigotry!
A bard that creates anger is a cold pest
(at best)
Death is something that makes no one live triumphantly.
I wanted to live triumphantly to be part of false goddesses.
I don't have a false goddess.
I am a positive mother.  That's like saying I'm my own boss.
Surface makes my brother peaceful.  I like having a flaw.
It's part of peace:  fun.
Now i understand.  What I have accomplished is need.  That is nothing except part of my patience.  You will love me.  You will like my feelings.  You don't?
Then be a woman.
I will love this now and then.
Dream for peace.
My anger is teaching possibilities that are cold to brothers.
I like one happy woman:  peace.
Peace is not a woman?  Then I will grieve my father's needs for pride and for love.
Yours,
me
Do I really have to weave a spell to get people to enjoy and understand these posts?
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