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Jun 2018
A black brother came from Sranton, Missouri a long distance away
that ****** was thirsty amidst the long harboring pier
cascading falls sent shivers down his spine
he threw up over self

an issue of blood left the man in a panic
alone he began to stare at the wall
cobwebs filled his fragile egg shelled mind
he was a walking leader of the blind

just then a ***** came from underneath the train tracks
desperate
a dangerous ***** took aim at his head the walking dead
an Italian whop grew faint and was in certain circles

here we were in the melting ***
have you ever been down to the lowest pit
folks around but they don't give a flying ****
words can hurt in regards to our race

the common man the Peyton Place
make no mistake
filtered with a song
can't we put aside are differences and just get along ?
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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