Benson peered over her Hedge the day she was born.
Marred borrowing of human rights started then.
The Rocket touched down as she mooned his Rooster.
My life, My words, My strife, My awards, My sins, My achievements, My love, My all….
Benson peered over her Hedge the day she was born.
Marred borrowing of human rights started then.
The Rocket touched down as she mooned his Rooster.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy… and Mama.
One visiting friend recently asked Mama, “How in the world do you live without him?”
“It ain’t easy.” Mama answered, shaking her head.