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PLEASE FORGIVE ME ALL


God, please forgive me
(H)eartH, please forgive me
Chelsea, please forgive me
Michelle, please forgive me
Shalea, please forgive me
Luke, please forgive me
Caleb, please forgive me
Oscar, please forgive me
Wanda, please forgive me
Teresa, please forgive me
Joe, please forgive me
Meagan, please forgive me
Lisha, please forgive me
Harlie, please forgive me
Michael, please forgive me
Robert, please forgive me
Sheila, please forgive me
Terry, please forgive me
Donald, please forgive me
Mama, please forgive me
Daddy, please forgive me
Teresa, please forgive me
Philip, please forgive me
Jason, please forgive me
Jeremy, please forgive me
Coeta, please forgive me
Larry, please forgive me
Aunts, please forgive me
Uncles please forgive me
Grandmas, please forgive me
Grandpas, please forgive me
Nieces, please forgive me
Nephews, please forgive me
Cousins, please forgive me
Mothers, please forgive me
Fathers, please forgive me
Family, all, please forgive me
Friends, all, please forgive me

Please forgive me

Please forgive me

Please forgive me



© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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