Me: “This is the last alcohol I’ve had since…Saturday.”
Me: “This is the last alcohol I’ve had since…Saturday.”
The deacon caught a draft
She crashed into the Easter Mass
With her hair done up in broken glass
She was limping left on broken heels
When she said, “Father,
Can I tell your congregation
How a resurrection really feels?”
The deacon caught a draft
She crashed into the Easter Mass
With her hair done up in broken glass
She was limping left on broken heels
When she said, “Father,
Can I tell your congregation
How a resurrection really feels?”