Society Diamonds Family Pearls.

  Words rained feelings of satisfaction from the clouds of internet talk; through Email message. The consensus agreed all had been achieved and the family

Sour Power, Power Sour!

Me woman, me Trace Right as rain Tracks for me train Porn for me brain Sparks me grain. Cool! Ain’t no fool Digs gang rule

Prayers

We prayed for rain Gentle soaking rain to end the drought Rivulets to trickle gently along cattle pads filling boggy hoofmarks at the dam’s edge

I’ll be right

The sky was black The rain came down The rivers turned a muddy brown. The lightning struck The dark sky sizzled The power went out

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