Where do my sins fit in, I reckon. But tell me who classifies sin as great, small and middling?Joy always,Susan
guess you'd have to murder one to know how it burns. But then again, one has to have the heart of straw, wood or hay.
Susan: I don't know. But I can recommend a song. Fever, by Peggy Lee. It's all about burning. :PKarthik: Hmm. I may be made of hay, I think. And you?