

Open the doorJoyOpen the door
joy feeling the festive air as I walk the beaten streets of a saden old home town my mother was born here, as was hers I played as the water flied out as the heat hit it my father was born here, as was his
I open the door to the beaten side of Harlem and cry why? I think why is my childhood rememberhood gone? why? I think about her and know shes dead. I opened the big door more...
The green of summer pours through and I remember why... the sweet taste of gum drops on my tongue as I picked a flower with my mother the door closes as I cry for
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a truely wise man never plays leap frog with a unicorn
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Don't cry scream, kick, punch, pull, bit, and even hit him with your head if you have to. But when your done make sure you wipe your face and lock up when you leave his house, he might have friends. O_o
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Don't cry scream, kick, punch, pull, bit, and even hit him with your head if you have to. But when your done make sure you wipe your face and lock up when you leave his house, he might have friends. O_o
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Don't cry scream, kick, punch, pull, bit, and even hit him with your head if you have to. But when your done make sure you wipe your face and lock up when you leave his house, he might have friends. O_o
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