It was a day of wonder and tears.
Cigarettes were burned. Laughter echoed down the hallway. A
mother's heart slid into gear.
The angel's sighed, and one of them farted, but no one knew
which one it was so they pretended not to hear.
It was a day of love so great it hurt to breathe.
Glad to be here, my friends.
Hope to be here a bit longer before I join the flatulent
angels.
Peace,
Keith
1 comment:
Happy Birthday, young man!
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