"broard" poems
I am sure skate broarding is cool. But not when I do it. I fell on my face 500 times. But did not quit .
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
She preached upon breath till it argued her narrow ,she committed so many sins that nobody believe her,
Her broard was too hard that the truth coulnd come out her mouth until proclaimed that she is a liar,
The truth never flew to the nearest ocean .
It was a coincidence that jesus will meet a disable liar .
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC