Dad A
My dad is a rolling stone
a gambling man
with his hand
on the bottle
a sleeping giant
i will never kill him
and if you want
to stone him
you will have
to go through
hell again
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 september 2015 | ||
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