That is the end of my story. Your friend, Sam Ea. The Alamo Dear Mom, I am going to tell you two poems. A little light is going by, is going up to see the sky, a little light with wings. I never could have thought of it.
Night comes leak out of the sky.
Stars come peeking, moon comes sneaking silvery sly. Not I. Love, Linnea Texas has cowboys. Texas capital is Austin. There is a Zoo. We have a web site.