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Sep 2020
We Leaveth Not A Crumb
thy love
wine and
holy bread
is
what
your love
means to me
i said
where
this
flesh and blood
we
leaveth not a crumb
then
we
get married
in
the
green garden
at the
enchanted wishing well
Written by
Stu Harley
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