Throw momma from the train
a kiss,
a kiss.
a part of a song that my grandpa always tried to get me and my
brother to sing well we were up on the scaffolding painting.
for many summers he tried,but we never sang.
its nothing more than unfamiliar sounds put in coherent order to create words that are than lodged in to a "sentence" which is than combined into what they call "paragraphs." all of this effort put into what is called a "blog" the only difference between yours and mine is...