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Sep 2017
Not An *******

many years ago let the truth be told
stolen memories underneath the mistletoe
a good cause to scream out eating strawberry ice cream
living in a land so very mean
no I come from good stock
but at times I think a lot
burning bridges falling apart at the seams
yesterday was such a simple game we used to play
but then let's face it it's easier today
started when I was an altar boy
I had a new chief aim & ploy
destiny was so much a part of me
then out of tragedy
being hospitalized with mono
not an *******
I'm good people after all
hopefully someday I will achieve all my dreams
things still fall apart at the seams
was lead in my senior class play
some may say that I very very gay
but that's o.k.
still play on the one string I have been dealt so I can cope
today let the truth be told
I lead many people to the Lord
by living out his every word
have you heard the good news
or you may want to put on your dancing shoes and sing the blues
time waits for no man
yet try to understand
you can't keep sticking it to the man
hopefully someday all will understand
no not an ******* I got a good heart
now you can start to learn what it is Iv'e been searching for
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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