Louis Borgo (01-06-1988 / shelby)
Oh how memories fade,
and cats play with shades.
like a slideshow uh....
Echoing like past deeds and shadowing winds,
Echoing like time frame, and time that have chance,
just playing it save thought....
For those that wait is for those that know to be haste,
Just paste this picture next to the puerto rican paradise.
Because children that is how all became, a, memory.
Give your mom this picture to place in your child future that has chance.
Faith be the keeper
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