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Shame


Hers your free gift, not so free you grift, a sad place ripping and tearing

kicking and screaming and swearing, suckerd again by a thief.

Comeing on just for the moron for a breif moment disbelief that someing could

be free. Not a chance not a nickel or a dime or even a penny all the work how petty

only a crime. Rewarded throrted on a primiss of a lie. Shiped and handled

for The price of being scandled. to good to be true and tried

only to be stuck with a stick stuck in the eye

would still be better than nothing.

Congraduation not so lucky today...

 

Keep your lines tight and your waterway clean...

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Gregory A Noland.

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