Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope sweaty, gritty hands how many this…
Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope sweaty, gritty hands how many this…
Turning in my P.R. keys Going back to those who might need me Classes full of boisterous, jostling kids talking too loud not worrying about…