A disoriented bustardlanded in the custard aftercareening through the window screenit busted.From the custard itwobbled into a bowl of brown creole mu..
I know for a fact thathe did not pray a lotso how in Heaven's namedid he get to where he got?Just how didthis guyArnold get to be a saint?This then is..
I remember...When time was a friendI was young, innocentand didn't know sin.but now time has flown;Smoke in the windmy life is in it's autumnand my so..