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Playing loud I lose myself. Playing proud I find myself. I wrap myself up in my sound As I make this inanimate object sing.   I'll make it sing to the world I call home.
Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy" The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
My grandfather's smile leads me forever
I remember only speaking to you once. Now, I wish that I would've gotten to know you.
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