Sep5 Times Change Posted on September 5, 2018 by Mystertim Standard As an older man, I sit cold and alone, My eyes lost in the rage of the storm. Behind me at the table, my son and his girl, Whisper, giggle and are warm. 09/05/2018 Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterLinkedInTumblrPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
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