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Apr 2013
The State of Virginia birthed  me . Northern  cities  befriended  this life  from child to man , watched  over  as   i    married  and  missed   the war, fathered  many  children rode  the strong  stallion  of  hard  times in  places  where blues  played  brutal  riffs on my  unsaved soul  as sexmusic moaned  absently  from  juke  joints lights  blinked  multicolored  along  rubblish  filled  streets  like  chestnut, market. Many  one night  stand  party  music  cigarette filled  rooms  filled  in by  loneliness as the  city  blows  up  with  frantic  shadows  of  violence bullets  not caring  whose  name is  called  baby Death  plays no emotional games and  has  no favorite sons  or daughters.It  might  punch  your  ticket  at  any  moment, even  in  mid  smile. So  many   epitaphs  today, end up on t-shirts,to  remember. Love  and hold  on to me now , while there is  still  breath  in tthis  body and  the blood  runs life, despite  my imperfections cause Death has  such an ugly  shape.
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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