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Saturday Morning Shows Up

I am listening to old new music and it is endless in me It is Saturday and we are 200 miles from what matters And we are sleepy and you are like you were the first time I saw you. … Continue reading

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Jun 2012

Being white and dancing is a lesson, is a burden to bear, is a leveler, is a kind of unarguable truth. I would watch Bubba, my friend, my black friend, dance. We were 13. It was so odd to me. … Continue reading

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