Black Writers: History notes to share.Good times, monkeys swingers in the wind, jokes on land to see. Nights alone the way, paths crossed, veterans and black female heroes, nightmares from time serve. Gifts of lives in danger, acts and deeds to note, sad tales of men in attacks.The problem is; we are not perfect.You? Me? Us?Love friends forever. Do not allow anyone to define you.
Choose your class: Earth Angels: Rats To Races, Free Rides, Holiday Hits And Misses, Joys To The Worlds. choose your class: Earth Angels: Rats To Races, Free Rides, Holiday Hits And Misses, Joys To The Worlds. Steven Jarrot, seven snakes alive, tales and history online, 7608512267, seven lies to file.
It is ABOUT the SUNSHINE.THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY✰Paths Crossed: Loyalty makes you family. Blood makes you related, cons,coins, and clowns.
Choose your class: Earth Angels: Rats To Races, Free Rides, Holiday Hits And Misses, Joys To The Worlds. choose your class: Earth Angels: Rats To Races, Free Rides, Holiday Hits And Misses, Joys To The Worlds. Steven Jarrot, seven snakes alive, tales and history online, 7608512267, seven lies to file.
It is ABOUT the SUNSHINE.THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY✰Paths Crossed: Loyalty makes you family. Blood makes you related, cons,coins, and clowns
The wheels go around and around, and time never stops, but the wheels do stop, a nice simple look at life as a wheel of life, and when it stops someone expires.Rights, reasons, seasons in the sun, songs to sing, marches to madness, seven dazes a week.
May god above tell the stores of tales, winners, losers, learners, doves in the mornings, waves to be make. Earth angels, veterans with skills, faces in the crowds, dances in the streets, houses and hopes to find, gems to roads, rocks to roll, gems in the pebbles on the beaches, wheels to turn, faces in the clouds, angels here to help, hold, guide, teach, lead the way.
Dances In Darkness: Snakes, Spiders, Toads: Dates.No Regrets,No Excuses:People I Used To Know:Once. Mothers, Moms, Men, Mice, Cartoon Hits, Across The Decades, Waves Made, Head Counts. Strangers In The Dark, Bumps In The Road. Dimes Dropped.
Don’t worry about anything today."If I am to be strong enough to fight and struggle for freedom, I must be wise enough to embrace and cherish the times of happiness.The problem is; we are not perfect.You? Me? Us?Love friends forever. Do not allow anyone to define you.
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