
I was not created In the likeness of a fraud Your hell is sweet messages for a special friend scary I prefer a loving god We are not the center Of this funny universe And what is something worse I do not serve In fear of such a curse.

Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden, It wasn't in God's natural plan.

The bouncy beat and chorus make for the perfect song to skip down the street to — or for the shyer among us, to blast inside your house and sing along with at the top of your lungs.

Love and kisses.

Bella March 10,

The Prisoner The Story:

Susan - The song by Trace Adkins is so authentic.

This is my way of supporting these folks.

Stop throwing stones — The night has a thousand saxophones.
