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monsterpops, corky taai koppie...eish the list in endless....en dies wat naar maak moet round slaat daar onder wat dit warm is...we know our stale jokes Oby and now nobody else gets it lol....if only I can hear your voice one more time
I looked up at the stars last night, and thought about heaven, maybe they aren’t stars after all, but rather openings in heaven where the love of those who have passed on seeps through and shines on us. There were a million stars there last night and I know you shining down on us.