Joseph

A real gas that stubborn ass that follows me around stinking up the place.If it wasnt for the pine&juniper I'd hafta use lots of water.With his face around I rarely forget to be humble.How could I not remember unless I thought I was a number.There's only one December;time to remember the only birth worth giving treasure.He's not an ogor,a dictator or vendor but a baby King&Savior in a barn with an ass,a man&a mother.