I Pity You, At Last   i pity you, at last my estranged man but do confess that each morning i awaken with a prayer upon my lips that God looks mercifully upon you and gives you happiness health and much success in the midst of all the hell i find myself entombed in being at your side i still wish for you every good thing i would want for myself By Faith Mairee © 2004 Faith Mairee (All rights reserved)

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