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Balcony Dreaming


I am a Dream That one day was gunned down on the Balcony In the city of Memphis, In the State of Tennessee Bluff City, The home of the BLUES Help is in the slogan but I couldn't find a clue COLORED is what you made me WHITE or BLACK we are all slaves see, Confined ONLY by the shallow thoughts of the mind Forgive but, never forget the almost forgotten past Learning life lessons so I don’t fall behind Learning from the FRONT of the class Wise mind with divine intentions I am fortunate to have been blessed With equal opportunities Satisfying our thirst Living Dreams from the Balcony
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