A World Where leaves Didn't Matter.

Until This.
scattering to the winds four horsemen
couldn't reduce the Praise I get.
a slave to the pen of union
i gave forth a daughter try oo
true virtue.
thanks.
this is the praise i get
(ho look d on)
phone is Rd inging.
they want my rent.
Indent

No pretend.
mistakes sometimes..
But No pretend.
thanks.