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Jun 2018
We all make mistakes.
My dad's gardener was named Jesus. So I asked him if he  came back to save our souls. He said no comprende, he didn't understand.
So I crucified him.
Buried his *** under the Rose bush. The next year my dad had grown award winning roses on that spot where I buried Jesus.  
It was a mistake on my part.
I should have buried him under the peach tree. That ******* tree hasn't produced a good crop in years.
  You live and learn.
Willoughby
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