Two blocks from the dormitory there was a
🌹 bush that I would pass by on my way to class. I knew it was there but in the cover of night the 🌹 bush unnerved me with childhood fears. The towels were ghosts cannot tell me otherwise. I know this is true, believe me Ma. I saw the ghost with my own eyes 👀. Night terrors boy am I glad I grew up.
The 🌹 bush had such power at night; I would do anything to not see my nemesis that rose bush but it was the weirdest thing because in the mornings I would have talks with the bush. Needed to alleviate my anxiety about this issue and I did not know what to do. I decided the best thing to do was marry Barbara, Bush, a lil elderly but feisty with attitude. God was I pleased with my newly found Bush; I groomed my bush to do human tricks and I thought maybe we can go on Letterman Dag don’t you know I forgot about the fact Letterman has been replaced and as per my Bush poor gal she passed too! Rest In Peace ☮️!