The City That I'M From Poem by Louis Borgo

This curse ambera tundra, hell bound between a street and a corner is what i call home.

The gemetric figuare, it sit with no pattern or rhymetic, but yet with class. class of middle class workers and classmates that made the name home sweet home.

Come take a walk with me and just whispher,
Come take a walk with me and just whispher.

The hollow street spike's with swallow some towers, but envy me.
cars all park in nerby by car ways.
sweet dreams indeed,

excuse my French my dear,
but down here is different customs of how,
we speak yes em deem.

saying nothing more if it is a recession then it is a great depression coming.
Asking as what you can see from, as to say which part of the farm is you from, this here is the country 'let it go'.

a dropp of rock, a move of a tick,
look so touching when its nothing but land and opportunity,
yacks! ! how do we past time?

so for us its practice make perfect for that year of a scholarship,
cheers in deed.

Land for sale, houses being refinance,
and what do the youth say a book is there best friend,
so twitter this and twitter that,
we made something outter nothing by investing in the youth and winning games and making each donates for a club to a fine arts.

Let it be know my city sit like the tale of two city with a voice it has coming from a country to a city,
but how big of a city only time can tell.

once again coming take a walk with me and whispher,
coming and take a walk with me and whispher,
because its not what you say you would do it with it's what us youngster did for our community.

(a movement has gotten bigger then me! ! !)

Will a city chance or will we,
Pick up the Daily Star will you?
Have you every heard of Livermush and Baseball,
Well have a seat and enjoy the game.

Shelby, Nc
better known as the 'Village'
Once again come and take a walk with me.
Borgo Baby, y-e-a-h b-o-y! ! !