From Abriham and Martin, then John, six white sent returned with sin and angels praying, love to win out.
Six on white horses did ride One step in wind did win and hide Ten-gallon pulled low from sun Black taken in the heat of day Burden layer at the door of freedom
Pretty as the clouds above the sky She holds me in her gaze waiting for her to fly Woman in grace of a half-grown child Lean back in the saddle taking in the mild Setting of old rides in the work done
Past holds me in shackles on the run Lean side of mean carrying a gun Heart older now seeks pleasured rest Smiling across the distant face She felt well in the saddle behind me
So soft against my back mind resting No need to explain just riding off testing Reality leads to place, for a few head, mine She waits patiently at the borderline Love is all she will ever see
Six riding hard, death in the wind Old life catches reluctance of sin Six fall sending white horses home No rider only corpses draped alone Never will we be free but love is blind
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
Is Justice Finally Overcoming the Ford Valley Corruption?
Judge Sherman Ford, the patriarch of the Ford family is continuing to control and corrupt Ford County. The newly elected sheriff, Todd Mercer, and friends are slowly taking control
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Great work yet again!!
Love Tinka