I stopped by a store to get stocking-stuffer items for an 11 year old boy (Sunday School project) - reminded me of getting ready for Christmas when my kids were younger. Got out of the store, and was listening to the radio on my way to the office - heard the reporter talking in a sort of monotone about big numbers of kids and teachers killed by a gunman. By the time I got to work, I was bawling. I don't have an answer for any of this madness. Right now, I have nothing but sadness.
Regards,
D-Ray
Regards,
D-Ray
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Then I'll get on my knees and pray,
We won't get fooled again; Don't get fooled again
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