Stars to shine, angels to see, joys and peace in the air, in the dogwood trees. Fairy tales, angels in the sky, pixies and earth angels to dance in time. Time and space, the day was light, the day with orange and yellow, birds and bees were out, purple hazes for hope, cancer to run and hide. Cancer and grapes, cancer and purple, hope for the lights. hopes for the cures, hopes for the purple to run. Cash and cancer, races and rats, games of fun, games of health, reasons and causes to give a little more.
Cash for the kids, the veterans, the little lost angels, hurt and lost, homeless and alone, without help for today. Maybe tomorrow. Dead and gone 22 veterans every day, no homes, mental issues, at the hospital, rather than on the streets, houses and homes still needed, to keep our veterans alive. Hands out for the help, calls are not return, Nick Perez in Loma Linda, California a social worker that is bend and twisted, does no do his job, pass the buck, wait until Monday, after no return calls for 2 months, is that okay? No it is not. Thanks you very much.
Tips From The Sky, The Notes of love and hate, goats and sheep, songs to sing. Just happy for the tips of the angel in New Yoak, Riverhead. Houses to build,in Grum, home for the troops in transit, happy to leave home. Homes for the Angels Mike:Joys and pains, angle to hearts, Micheal Jackson, birds in the skies, birds in the dogwood trees. Bugs to eat, fried on the beaches, dances on the shores. Songs to sing, birds and bees, dances in the dark. Glass Houses.
Angels in the heavens, angels to sing, goodness and mercy angels back to back, at the end of the rainbows. Angels Mothers, Aleane Bailey, May 12, 1937: here for a minute, 34 years, 5 kids, given, five kids left, the day she died, Saturday, October 16, 1971, the day my childhood ended. At 11 years old, stuck in a child role, did not reach the right to reason at age 12. Became my mother at that age. My childhood was put on hold, I waited for my mother to come back, 12 years, she never did. Sad story, I have to share, my childhood, and how my life changed when my mother died, when I was eleven years old, all the pain, to live again. For a minute in time.
Angels and housing, new hat to wear, hats for veterans, hats for active military, housing issues to address, common story, here for us. Veterans dead every day, 22 every day events, housing issues, and being on the streets, being in the hospital and not get help. Sad stories every day.
Steven Jarrot, sucker for free rides, computers to steal, dates on the beach. Weird is : wonderful, educated, interesting, real and different, notes....Clowns to the left, jokers to the right, clowns swinging or hanging on dogwood trees. Clown Shows for fun and food, books on sunny dazes on the beach. Treats in fun and fools, signs of animals under the skin, suckers to cum.
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