Forty three

Temperature without,

Tits erect within,

Little safe fell by door,precious,Sadie and Teddie trapped in icebox with me and the babies,

Six twenty-five,

One stinky thought was ninety yesterday in top of New York,

Something stinks in northern Iowa,

How much cold are we to suffer through?

Our state leaders erroneous to price of living,

They believe that Medicare for all is the band aude America needs,

When inflation is what is making us all terminal,

Not the Airport kind,

The not enough money to stop the bleeding from to high food.and gas prices are.

We babies got to eat,

And I got to P.

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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