No one caresOther than my 22 month old grand daughter nobody else has much of a use for me, only the things I can provide.
This pretty much sum's me up.Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though...See More »