My Canada Posted on February 20, 2022February 20, 2022 by Barry Williams The west made east with every mile. Sod houses, beasts and country wile. We made this land and lived in style. But our cake needed icing. Needed sweetness so enticing. It sucked us all in. How could we sin? If a few died doing God’s bidding?
Ideas don’t live where they’re not wanted.