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 APril NINE NPM

APril NINE NPM

APril NINE NPM
APril NINE NPM APril NINE NPM a dog lives on while great men byte the dust JOhn Edgar Wideman pps 37 The HOmewood Trilogy did you knoe eye tried to save him once myself Commuppance a drunk sits in old shabby clothes vermin biting his arms from inside such a dirty old coat poor friend needs help he is helpless he does his dirty businesses in plain site of the traffic in the daytime they can see him the sun is upp SUnday mourning on the grass in public in front of Church people driving near the man gasped and told the woman not to look she almost broke her neck to see the naked crook so eye had went to him before to provide humanitarian aide this time he had said no he did not need my help and eye could see the empty water jugg now it all makes sense he must have been drinking beers wine or other whiskey comes to mind eye left but not too late another person came he is one of those like him he let him fill his jugg because his hands are clean they call me poor white trash there is no honor among these thieves and eye have not helped him ever since perhaps in trash eye will come clean these men smoke mary jane left handed cigarettes and scoff at the law they rule the park and drink and stone the day away all night long in darkness is a man concieved but after this the judgemeant is for them the rulers of us all the hatefilled brow beaters and the devils advocates into the fire with them unless they can be saved in time oh Nick out on a long limb oh this is APril NINE - See more at: http://s198.photobucket.com/user/Junelax/media/charlax%20keeper/APRIL%202014/_35.jpg.html?sort=3&o=21#sthash.Eigx5pJA.dpuf


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