Cement Tear News Today

>> id like to go back to our valley and see the creek run after the run and hear the cotton woods whisper in the wind. i want to smell the rose-scented breeze and feel the sun on my shoulders. i want to watch the hawks hunt from the sycamore and then take my leave bound for a place near my old friend chuck larson in the cement tear on the severn back where it began. people confuse nice and kind. but theyre different. its nice to remove artificial ingredients. kind never had to. we choose real in...