Free voicemail greetings

I can think of younger days. When living for my life. Was everything a man could want to do. By good never see you. Tomorrow. Broken. How can you stop the rain from falling down? Can you stop? From shining. Made the world go around. This broken man. How can a loser ever win? My brother. And. Atkins still feel the breeze. That brought to the tree. Then Misty memory, the days gone bad. We can never see. Her. ...