slinking away from that dairying house of moo
I'd love to meet you Upstairs... yet, you seem whorizontal like the world hits you in the @$$ each time. Sorry bout the morbid thot... yet, Jesus sez only a few shall make it, fixing their eyes on this wicked world instead of Seventh-Heaven. I love you, dear, and I dont wanna lose even one soul on my watch. Wanna wiseabove?
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