
Once upon a time
Our branches spread in all directions
Our roots grew deep
Fruit was lush, ripe
And plentiful
But now…
The soil has been tainted
With the blood of the
Diaspora...
The limbs are barren
and only poison fruit falls
too
far
from the tree
these are the ramblings of an out of control spirit, an out-of-the-box thinker...One who has survived where others have perished. One who has walked the edge, fallen over, and now lives there. you see me everyday, but i am the invisible man...from the dark side. Enter at your own risk...no punches are pulled, no politics are corrected. This is the side of town everyone warned you about, the side of town they couldn't wait to get to...after dark.
2 comments:
Many blessings to you and your family from your family in Camden, now residing in clementon. Dont forget Tuessdays!!
Question:What does wonderbread and the basic text have in common?
Answer: They both help you grow twelve ways.
Love ya and will send ya sumpn soon
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