In loving Memory of a sweet friend Kurt Potter. And he will be missed by many.
I hope he finds the peace he couldnt seen to obtain here.
Much love sent out to his family. Love ya Kurt.. xoxo.
One last ride with the lost kings of the past. As the soft Fall winds playfully tousle my hair. Loving memories flood my body. As the salty tears wash away my painful sins. I lay my soul bare for the mother that lost her son. Relive Old times. Relish the momeries and put them away. Somber is the sounds, until tomorrow..
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