I'm sorry I don't carry change

That is to say in her capability she hath not the ability to change the world

Thank God for that

Her artillery has been paid for

Afternoon Kendall

Any times are yonder

The birds in early summers warmth, today

Visit the dirt beneath the shrubs

Bathing in seasoned mountains

Fountains of youth are not always available


This is a mans world

Her elders and her man in the mirror don't add up?

Diapers she can't lift