Leaves in Independence Iowa seem drier,
Morning is coming brief but later,
Dusk is arriving sooner,
Dew covering the grass,
Moisure upon the hood of my Chevy,
Age like a sluggish snake is nearer,
I love fall’s smell,
Miss family and old friends,
I want back what my half sister raped me of,
I want the happiness family gave me before I was slandered for what I never did!
Is lying that easy?
Carving up innocent family members to get what you the liar desires?