tonyv Posted May 12, 2018 Share Posted May 12, 2018 In trade, for bottled thirst, I offered hymns, appeals for equity that harmonized yet still irked me. A place is just a place. Suburbia. I freed my slaves. No rum. Now, lemme hear your sobs, Barbados, suga. There grace for you from evah one but me. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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