I’m fine. How are you? I have joined a small circus (that much is true). I’m a little malnourished, but try to relax. Could you find a better photo for the milk carton backs?
Send money.
Runaway where’s your head? dreamers’ dreams are grounded
in reality that comes from above God is calling there’s no bigger love It’s his reality that welcomes us back Trust and obey there is no other way
Mom & Dad,
I’m fair. How’s life? Lent the money you sent to the clown with the knife. My career as an acrobat hasn’t begun, but I’m busy giving blood and shoveling elephant dung.
Send money.
Runaway Why so tense? dreamers’ dreams will make sense
in reality that comes from above God is calling there’s no bigger love It’s reality that welcomes us back Trust and obey there is no other way
Runaway blowing smoke your folks are worried (and going broke)
after the fall is an all-new episode reality is the high road
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