God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Work deadlines approaching fast.
Days seem half as long as they used to be.
God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Folks wanting my full time attention but only willing to pay half what my time is worth.
God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Not enough wine in the house.
God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Forward.
So sorry to hear about your god-son....your in my thoughts!!!! Huggles
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