Uh, come on. Sicker than your average twist cabbage off instinct. Just don’t think my Detroit players for my hunter games in Brooklyn dead right. It’s the head right biggy there and I papa been school since days are under…
Oh Lord, I need you now more than any. Would you put my heart back together? I search the world to my head just to find out your ways better. Oh, your way is better. Oh, your way is better.…
The gardeners have planted white roses when I specifically asked for red. You could always paint the roses red. What an odd thing to say.