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How We Think of Vinny Blue Jeans and an Islanders teeshirt. A shy smile but a wicked twinkle in his eye. What thoughts were going on in his head? They say still waters run deep and that may be the case with Our Vinny but one thing we know he was lovable. You couldn’t help…

His writing is a delight, As you pronounce each sound Soon enough, it will be found The circle of love going round and round. So is his love just a circle of sound? Which sings of love this time around Whispering in a constant astound A lovers music that stopped too loud? She spoke of…

The light turns on Her life moves on She dreams tonight Her future bright. She’s loved thousands of men One of them a gentleman: By the name of Ben Whom she met back then. In a dream that was Anne remembers now In her soul he was Mr. Ben Ow. ” Why have you come?…

I like to read yeah that’s my style, These words I eat then I make’em worth while, I compile many thoughts and memories, Review my file like Yo’ remember these, Chill’n with my homies and you know we blow trees, Fantasize about the promise land and what it’s gonna be, The haters they be on…

Mom, I’d like to thank you for all that you do On this special day we come together to celebrate you Today I will lift you up in praise Humble and caring; sincere through out your days Every time I think of you, my heart is filled with joy Remember Bagma Mary! Mamma’s little boy…

Few things I like more than an empty house and a stack of books The way I steal the wisdom from these words some may call me a crook Rightfully so, knowledge stolen My eyes beat that book! Pages swollen It was a friendly duel; duel indeed I used to cut school, go home and…

My soul gleams bright with persistence It’s a good thing, for my dreams are resistant Peter Pan, Never Never Land I shall give up never never man Keep on fighting keep on writing My soul is delighting as my words are reciting Books are a constant feature I am a knowledge leacher It seems the…

Just because it’s different, don’t make it carry the burden of better or worse, Just be grateful that you got it, and store it up in your knowledge purse, Thank God for the powers, store’em up and disperse, For every sweet there’s a sour, for every blessing a curse, Get better or worse, quench hunger…

There coughs the stars The fading stories quench Polished wisdom never hence, Filing down clipped rows. Grasp the bracketing particles Rasping night air with a stare. Row out to daunting crags where A fallen rock is participle To all sown seeds that flare On windy paths now silent. Vestiges reform our efforts curved Out the…