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OBAMA PRAYS

OBAMA PRAYS

April 15, 2013 two handmade bombs twelve seconds apart kills three people injuring several hundred including sixteen who have lost limbs at the finish line at the Boston Marathon...

Obama the hero prays in the public eye for the victims and families...

All the people say...

Thank you Mr. President for all your prayers...

Perhaps he shed a tear maybe, someone has seen him cry...

Maybe, he is walking around with a broken heart today?

Maybe, he cried on his Hawaii holiday?

Maybe, that's what we're here for...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Larry Ran

                                                                   Sometimes Sparrows sing

                                                                   The dark songs of a blackbird

                                                                    People then cast stones

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sparrowsong

Hello Larry...

This isn't true?

I would be happy to see proof...

Thank you for your comment and support! 

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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sparrowsong

P.S.

I was trying to give him credit...

What?

He doesn't pray?

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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