On a very serious note...
I don’t want to believe it. I won’t believe it.
He came along when hope was gone.
I don’t want to believe it. I won’t believe it.
He came along when hope was gone.
The girls are lying...It can’t be true.
He works so hard to keep our farm afloat.
The cows get milked, the milk gets sold, the mortgage gets
paid.
When he slides out of bed at night, he’s checking on the
animals in the barn. I have to believe
him. I have no choice...We have no choice.
Oh my! This IS very serious ...
ReplyDeleteI choose to believe, too!
I think bad choices are made sometimes in order to survive. And who wants to believe the worst?
DeleteWow! Packs a wallup, Millie! Great job!
ReplyDeleteThanks Teresa...this is something I didn't intend to post. But then I thought, maybe it needs to be posted.
DeleteUh oh. Sounds like trouble is growing at the farm.
ReplyDeleteAs it has at times, generation after generation. Wouldn't it be nice to live in a world where all little children were safe in their own beds.
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