

mister. smith.He is not a man of deceitful necessity; he is a man of idle sincerity.mister. smith.
He is not a man of sinful brutality; he is a man of honey-sweet beauty.
A man feather light to the touch.
A man whose hands could crumble bones like splinters.
He is not a slave to deceit; he is a slave to others as he lays kisses to their broken feet.
He is not a corporate man; he is a keeper of his own land.
Father. Brother. And all things in-between.
His eyes do not follow the sidewalk; they rise above, besotted as the angels talk. His clothes are not of velvet prosperity; they are humble ro
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"I have this need to (pro)create with no strings attached, like a real boy!" Pinocchio said.
And thanks very much.
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