KEVIN IN HEAVEN
- LECTURAS 26
- Votos 3
- Partes 1
This is a poetry tribute to my uncle, Kevin Carleton Anderson, who was killed in a fatal car wreck on October 23, 2008. May he forever rest in peace....I love you Uncle Kevin
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