Life, frail and brittle can pass from us without admonitory. We struggle against a the strain of death each day, never aware of the next crook. Doomed to fleeting time under a Monarch's blade.
Lover's enter our realm and pass in the flutter of a humming bird's wing. Hold tight like a Hoaser's Drum to the joy of the savior's endowment. Lose not the heart of childhood revery.
-Johnny V.
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