The Bullets Have to Come Down Somewhere
Many years ago, I was in my backyard working in my small garden. I could hear the boys next door as they shot their guns. But, suddenly I heard, what sounded like metal rain falling all around my back…
Many years ago, I was in my backyard working in my small garden. I could hear the boys next door as they shot their guns. But, suddenly I heard, what sounded like metal rain falling all around my back…