- Username:
- venesa79hope123
- Gender:
- Woman
- Location:
- Gaborone, Botswana
- Firstline:
- respectful humble woman
- Looking for:
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looking for a serious life man ready to merry .from age 37 to 45 independent Christian ,with love heart and sweet .
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- Username:
- Bretz80
- Gender:
- Woman
- Location:
- Gaborone, Botswana
- Firstline:
- At the centre of non violence stands the principle
- Looking for:
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I am a very energetic single mom of two who is loving, caring, modest and true to her self, self driven. I love being happy,loving and being loved. having new experiences and adventures is a turn on for me.so if you neet true love and spend the rest of your life being a happy man this is the time.
- Username:
- emachines101
- Gender:
- Woman
- Location:
- Gaborone, Botswana
- Firstline:
- sup yallz
- Looking for:
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outspoken, love hanging out, peace and nice people...
- Username:
- swagersexy
- Gender:
- Woman
- Location:
- Gaborone, Botswana
- Looking for:
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um sexy and loves having fun
- Username:
- braposta
- Gender:
- Man
- Location:
- Gaborone, Botswana
- Firstline:
- single and free
- Looking for:
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Rich man’s gate, prolonged wait, hunger pains so real,
Searing heat, strength deplete, hoping for a meal;
Noon time past, I cannot last, eyes are growing dim,
Hopes are fading, anticipating, but how it looks so grim.
In the heap, where life is cheap, a pauper at my birth,
While across the gate, a rich man’s fate, ease and royal worth;
In the air, foods so rare, tease my lack with taunt,
Only a taste, of a rich man’s waste, would satisfy my want.
Excreting sores, my stench deplores, all that pass by me,
They all frown, at the ground, where I ooze and bleed;
My only help, the dogs that yelp, inside the rich man’s gate,
Use their tongues, to clean my wounds, they do not hesitate.
Dirt wrapped skin, Sunday morn; ghetto stench fills my nose,
Successful folk, in fancy cars, ritzy Sunday clothes;
Hilltop steeple, white collared people, religious songs I hear,
But here am I, cursed with need, and none of them come near.
Their blinded eyes, cannot see, a wounded Christ in me,
They turn their heads, and pass me by, no disrupting Sunday glee;
But as their fun-day, routine Sunday, food and much delight,
Much neglected, poor man rejected, hopelessly afflicted in his plight.
The church today, in much disarray, living for satisfaction,
While ignoring, the poor man's need, neglecting holy action;
We must awake, while there’s time, responding to their need,
A rich man’s fate, we just might find, without excuse to plead.
- Username:
- Cuttiebabe
- Gender:
- Woman
- Location:
- Gaborone, Botswana
- Firstline:
- Cuddleable cuttiebabe looking for a tender bear to
- Looking for:
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I am a very outgoing young lady in need of a loveable Sugar daddy to take care of me!
