My money angel has been relice and is preparing a table befor me in the mists of my enamys, no one can stop me know, ha ha ha ha ha ..... For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to k**, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace. Hey yo Calvin Crabtree, We Tradind Love And War Stories hommie