Perhaps it’s just getting old. Maybe it’s that there is so much nastiness about that anything I see that is nice, good and as upbeat as it gets finds me tearing up. This one down the cheeks into my lap.
Perhaps it’s just getting old. Maybe it’s that there is so much nastiness about that anything I see that is nice, good and as upbeat as it gets finds me tearing up. This one down the cheeks into my lap.