The Spice of Live
A need to love, a need to be fed, a need for a safe place to lay your head.
A need to love, a need to belong, a need to know right form wrong.
A need for educaiton through committment and dedication in order to travel down the road of
graduation.
copyright @1992, 2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
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