aceblade's works for Sunday, July 17, 2011

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

wonderful son

must be the rides we take, simple times, radio on, slug-bugs, both singing same songs, might be the laughs, yeah, that's what it is, or maybe it's the smile on his face, yeah, his face, like a photograph, in my mind now, great weekend, WOW! my son, my best friend, dog-tags, blood-brothers, and to... Sign in to see full entry.

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late nights exude with dreams set to music, black car, broken memories, family unknowingly understood, cremson sunset in westward skies, white russian, decatur street, debit card and a smile, alarm clock speak to me of things you need me to hear, black resting place I no longer can appear, left my... Sign in to see full entry.

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