aceblade's works for Monday, November 22, 2010

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Monday, November 22, 2010

Proud eyed crazy

she lived on the edge of the road, old tar paper shack on the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks sometimes on the way into town we'd say "mom can we stop and give her a ride" sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.... proud eyed, crazy Mary... not what you feel the... Sign in to see full entry.

SON

my man, my bro my son, my biggest hero ten years tenored an old soul I learn, I laugh from the lessons he has taught and continues to teach my blessing, GOD's gift one day his level I long to reach my SON my hero... Sign in to see full entry.

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