Dear God, Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of weeds I shall fear no Creeping Charlie. Or bindweed. For thou art with me. Thy weed whacker and can of Roundup comfort me.
#67 Persistence
#67 Persistence
#67 Persistence
Dear God, Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of weeds I shall fear no Creeping Charlie. Or bindweed. For thou art with me. Thy weed whacker and can of Roundup comfort me.