Mr buly, there is something to tell you
No hatred is conserved in my heart
Not even regret for my selfishness
now all I want from you is to forgive me for my poetry
I bought my grandson a bb gun for xmas, (they live in woods of Tennesee), my daughter text me earlier and said he shot his eyeglasses out, I could not help but laugh thinking of Christmas story
My stupid computer chair keeps slowly going down, but I don't notice it goes down, until I'm like reaching up to my desk. I just bought this f er last year.