Text Lit
In poetry and prose
'I'm home' I yelled, entering the house. No response. In the kitchen my wife sobbed and hugged our son. 'Daddy's dead' she whispered, looking through me.
May God who is Gr8
:-) on u & ur m8s,
luv u 24/7,
til u get 2 heaven,
may he keep you from soro, 2day & 2moro,
give u exlunt fun,
til ur wrk is all done. Amen.