Caregiver's Whispers

Caregiver's Whispers I know enough that age edged and this ailment agent ridged you onto this bed. A bus that never travel places But loops with different faces In the morning, afternoon, and night. While whose owners recite pay you with their backs and brains. Even though sometimes the physiology of your body and the chemistry of their day shear a slight fate to swear, it is totally blameless on any! Perhaps the yoke of the routines which bang us amid scenes because it is priceless to trade brain in for bread. So, when you close your eyes, wink at me with opened heart prize