Still fifty-two degrees,
Feels saunaish in my home,
Two nights ago was cold,
We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them,
Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included,
It was flowered and very low,
To give it height I suck magazine underneath ,
Mom stock piled magazines for someday when she thought it would be OK to just sit and read.
Diana Lee Dudley Never let mom do as she wished,
Or remain in her home near her friends,
Every time I lock my front door I briefly take a second of regret that I has not crushed my half sisters throat October twenty-fourteen.
First of November I’m going to my baby sisters home to chat.
Enough of her filthy lies that took my good name my best friends my mom and my beautiful nephews.
Its been twelve years since Diana started her Gas lighting project.
I’m Pagan been since two thousand,
Do no harm is a stupid moto when it’s the christians that do the harm!