Ha ha

Who cares about the stupid pope. The pope eats shit.
Hardbud Reviewed by Hardbud on . R.I.P. John Paul II Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there... I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow... I am the diamond glints on snow... I am the sunlight on ripened grain... I am the gentle autumn rain. When you waken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of gentle birds in circling flight... I am the soft star that shines at night. Rating: 5