In darkest hours,The new day concealed by shade,I wonder what comes,Whether pain, love, even death —All hopes and fears possible.
I ain't got much time to maself these days, but just wanna say I hope you find some answer to these my grains. As fer the snow on yer cheeks, well that there's a sign of wizdom, I woodn change it.
thankee fer yer kind wurds. tiz my goal at the mint to git three daze in a row with no my grains, but i aint made that long since the furst week in july.n thankee even more fer them kind remarks bout that snow, witch as ye probly know, tiz earnd!
Howdy BD. That's funny.., I had a freend growin'p dat ainsired to dat same neek name. Hee iz stud fer Beetch Dawg.., u noe.. liknz dem fee mail dawgz n all. Dat wuz whin I livd en Breestul, Tenusee yeers uh go. Enywayz.., walnut ta tell ye dat I veesit frum tim ta time zall. I useta hav udder blogs an wit by d'fernt uzr names like Max Riffster, Butchmule, & Viking.., now itz jes Snottydog. I had pitbull named Bear whurz i gotzeet frum. He passd way May 19th n brok ma hart in two. Shur du mees em uh hole lot. Lik ma best freend evr wuz. Tak ker dat hedake BD. Hop ye fel btr sune.
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