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Saturday 19 July 2014

The abortive mother's hope. Go the altar. Won't you come?

In the 70's and 80's a lot of women aborted babies that they had with black news castors, black soldiers and other really cool black people but when they meet a really sort of cool young man or woman, they want to hope that their abortion was a miracle abortion that was saved like Moses and lived a thankful life, enjoying his equal choices in life after high school.  The only message after a pretty decent syllabus with reasonable attainment is choice.   You could be a head paramedic by now or something maybe or some other type of professional.  That would make everyone of your potential abortive mothers very happy but they never spent a dime of time or money except but to judge your dress shirts and shoes after you graduated. They got married to black men anyway when they thought they were ready to be someone's spouse; after all.

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