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The tears come falling from the black jacks eyes,
As he puts on make up as a disguise.
He stares in the mirror and looks down on himself,
As he slowly puts his pride on the shelf,
Then one day there came a knocking on the door
When he opened up he fell to the floor.
As he crawled on the floor he let out a scream
And he never woke up from his dream.
Marys car broke down in Illinois,
She was on her way to see her little boy.
She got a room in broken down hotel,
The room was red like a picture from hell.
Then that night came a knocking on the door,
When she opened up she fell to the floor,
As she lay there she let out a noise,
She never got to see her little boy.
Blaine McCanless
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