Mary, Mother of God, Help Me in My Tribute

Porter flowed out of the bar and into the hall. The culprit had fled long john salmon was gone for his swim. Mary sat half a mile from home, sitting on a ditch. She pitied the poor birds who could get no food as the ground was frozen hard. If only i had a sweetheart, something to hold on to, she thought. It washed away an area of frost and revealed the dung of yesterday's fair day.