by Unknown
Nov 2013 307 Views 2 comments
A life lost...
I heard three fired rapidly,
sitting up in bed I heard three more and I start to pray.
Reaching across the bed I turn the television volume down low.
Waiting to hear the sound, of someone in mourn.
Straining my ear I heard a faint sound of someone yelling
" Jesus Christ, they kill Ramone"
sitting up in bed I heard three more and I start to pray.
Reaching across the bed I turn the television volume down low.
Waiting to hear the sound, of someone in mourn.
Straining my ear I heard a faint sound of someone yelling
" Jesus Christ, they kill Ramone"
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Posted: Nov 2013
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