Hello Mothers, May I please, tell the stores of tales for another 100 years. Not asking for much, just another pebble on the sands of time, faces to the heavens, dances in the clouds, walking on sunshine, good times to arrivals on the morning sunlight.This picture was taken in El Centro, Ca Preparing to visit my Church Family at the Holy Tabernacle C.O.G.I.C.Born on August 20, 1944.When you finally recognize that truth then you will understand the true meaning of forgiveness of yourself and others. From this point.Magic Madness, Windows In Heaven: Sinners And Saints: Layers Of Lessons.
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Runs and races, veterans with skills, houses, homes, castles in the sands, sunset beaches, good times to share, heads buried in the sands of time. Better than to be buried in unmarked graves, sons to parents, dust to desert, faces in the land of shit, shame and games, good time toads.
Family affairs, cows, pigs, hogs, faces under the surfaces, love for the parents, love for the sisters dead, heads to count, dimes to drop, one nut to stand. One kid to another, nuts to come, nuts to grow, people in shades of life, eggs to fires, nuts to joys and pleasures, and chick is born.Watch your thoughts; they become words. WHEN YOU MEET YOUR SOULMATE, What An EXPERIENCE.
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