Joy Our Love

 Stay by me, or run away. You are a heart momma easily outpacing the people in Ghana. Hindi looks from my cousin, Record kept.

 Climbing in all ascension, the twin tower in NY. Becoming a vegetable and looking back, The motherboard of a ship, beckoning the most powerful command.

 A gridwork in a sort of maze Some gory things happened with my room mate as I had a closer look; broken knowledge of the human body My Uncle John urged me on to the plateau as we travelled from South West to Antarctica to the U.S.