The normal aquiesence to plagerism aside, was the Torah written in a timeless fashion. Where all words corregate to a humble respondance.....the time was nill for Torah when I was away, except in my breadth and my wits alone.
Time gloriously attracts me to it's emminent domain, there is fortuatous passion with every drawn exhale and inhale from the energies the besiege my body. I do not lie domant in the cold. I have every piece of "wherewithal" to address my most certain and copious needs.
The trial of man has taken a recess within the corns of youth. Never more to be thirsty for a brotherly hug, I invite you in for the recompense of frivolity.
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