“The Scar on Your Hand” By: Sheridan Gillam
Sitting in my truck, I remember the scar on your hand. I remember how it was revealed by the sleeve of your sweatshirt scrunched up against my side as your arm ...
Sitting in my truck, I remember the scar on your hand. I remember how it was revealed by the sleeve of your sweatshirt scrunched up against my side as your arm ...
I can tell you why I compare to her. Why I’m just as good as she is. She isn’t any better than me, I’m most certain of it, well nearly. I don’t see why Sammy le...
The pastor paused during his Sunday sermon To ask, “Have you talked to God today?” Well, if he’d really been asking me, I would have said, I believe that God is...
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