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Collecting Gems
I didn't want to come away
From the Mother of Dreams
And my illusion
The truth remains
Blind hands, open minds
It's in your intuition
Knowing is truth
Not knowing is denial
The truth stands alone
A lie hides in clothes
But the truth will expose
Family legacy
To be protected is expected
All values cost
Not welcome,
Values lost
At your own cost
Everything is everything
Until YOU make it different
Edward Funches Sr.
21st century speaker of words
***********************
He's an old negro man
I'm thankful to call my friend
We all come together
Eat, drink, smoke and laugh
And he speaks like a poet
Wishes they could write
From the Mother of Dreams
And my illusion
The truth remains
Blind hands, open minds
It's in your intuition
Knowing is truth
Not knowing is denial
The truth stands alone
A lie hides in clothes
But the truth will expose
Family legacy
To be protected is expected
All values cost
Not welcome,
Values lost
At your own cost
Everything is everything
Until YOU make it different
Edward Funches Sr.
21st century speaker of words
***********************
He's an old negro man
I'm thankful to call my friend
We all come together
Eat, drink, smoke and laugh
And he speaks like a poet
Wishes they could write
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