Noah's BoyNoah’s Boy It was almost like a calling, a calling from deep within, telling me to go. I first pulled the sharp lumber out from deep within Noah’s boy, hoping that nothing fell apart. I brought him into radar range. Maybe that would help in the end. I had wax ready for the operation and breath was ready for giving. An SOS was sounded, knowing that more would be needed to help. On Noah’s boy, the smell of warts emanated. On Noah’s boy, there was no breath. On Noah’s boy, whiskey down covered all blemishes.Noah's Boy
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