The sins of the past
Have caught up at last
To haunt me again
To make my world spin
I am sorry for all I have done
I have fought this battle
Until I have won
As for the sins of my past
I hope they can be destroyed at last
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
My child We used to throw calves to the ground Castrate them Tag them Give them shots We took a few hard knocks While they bucked, spat, ...
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