The Challenge When You’re Not A Rose
My roses are blooming. Wanna come see? I remember my Grandfather saying these words. “My roses are blooming. Wanna come see?” He’d want me to follow and I would. Not…
My roses are blooming. Wanna come see? I remember my Grandfather saying these words. “My roses are blooming. Wanna come see?” He’d want me to follow and I would. Not…