Saint Eule

Rookie - 10 Points (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

Pawns Of Refuge - Poem by Saint Eule

Pawns of refuge, rooks lay in wait - the game was played, who took the bait. Our true beginnings lost in the sand, ebony or ivory a promise in hand? Does it really matter the color of skin or the heart of the man that is planted within.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 25, 2010

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