SWINDELL wrote:
windows full of shattered pains only the past knows their names wall are weathered with cold winds blast all the stoms of years past. rotted wood holding uo ancient stairs that lead to the rooms of the loves i did share. this house is standing on shaky ground it is a wonder it has not fallen down. perhaps some dat with a little care i might spend an hour on much needed repair then some one might see it hole the house where lives my soul.