War is hell they say but carry on each day good days fight again in carrion's awful sin. War is deafening loud never give in be proud cry for dead friends war's baptism's ends.
Love is everywhere the light is unless you eat my pets or **** my kin again. Welcome to America Land of the free with weapons for you and for me. Walter Cronkite died buried with truth. My brother's bible New York Times makes communists socialists and Nuns.
You're a burr in my saddle a stone in my shoe annoying rattle driving to you in my **** box car held together with glue to remove a spider for my love of you.
I went to 6 Alcott Lane I grew up joy and pain For sale after the funeral Mom and Dad now unreal. Just sad empty spaces ghosts call our places Christmas mornings Echoes of warnings.