bill stubblefield
I remember being in your mother's home and she offered me a cup of coffee. that woman had a poker face for sure. we conversed and I slowly drained that cup of coffee. well, at the last drink I looked into the bottom of the cup as I took the last sip, lo and behold, a little green frog was looking back at me!
I'll miss her; but be sure you will see her again: God bless
Sunday April 24, 2016 at 8:47 pm