Aside 4 Dec

You won’t get far in life if you wolf your food down like a vagabond.If you grew up in the woods, had your long- bones green fractured, you were bound to be a worker. No soft hands and dutched cocoa for breakfast. Every one looks the other way when you get on the bus. But it’s not so bad.
No fires have been set, We prayed for rain on Friday night. No rain on Fri. It rained on Weds and Thurs, though, and Grunt got his truck stuck under an oak tree in the mud. I sit , or stand, or pace. My heart pounds, my knees quake, but I refuse to stumble. Decades of cursed men problems,I once again have been betrayed. Need to pray for more than rain.

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