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Jan 2016
I want my ring back
its clear we're not moving on
you don't even wear it anymore
did you sell it to a pawn?

that ring was my Grandmother's
it came from Sicily
i am the first born grandson
that's why she gave it to me

there's already a lot of blood on that stone
so the story goes
my Grandpa broke his back on the railroads
to pay for it in gold

it was supposed to go to my one and only love
that ain't you for sure
so please return what isn't yours
or be prepared for war
vinny
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vinny  Seattle WA
(Seattle WA)   
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