Relations,
I share this journal entry made back in 1999.
He whispers...
...little curly haired mixed breed boy, why do you cry?
Why do you climb the big old Oak to hide?
...and he whispers...
Sir, I can not be honest with you.
I really would have to lie.
So please Sir, no more questions, and good-bye.
...and the little curly haired mixed breed boy whispers...
...maybe someday, Sir., maybe someday.
Mario
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