Arthur Di Tullio
I was a poor street urchin who loved to play ball. I grew up near the old Philadelphia A's ball park (Sheibe Park) in the 50's. Married my childhood girl at nineteen-a big mistake, and had four beautiful kids.Divoced after twenty-eight years and re-married for seven.
I now have nine grandkids and life is great.
Iwas a sailor for three years, a Philly cop and detective for twelve, an ... more »
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Desert Blooms Not Meant To Be Flowers
There is a requiem in the desert
where flags have no meaning, really
where's god? when he's needed most
i think Claude Rains is god
he's missed Louisiana recently while sandy smoke blurrs
let trained monkeys fight the damn thing
puddles of blood paint the numbers
let the egos fight, I'm sure then we would win
the trick is to stay alive but that gets tougher all the time
I'm a blatant coward but then I'm older and I've seen the parades
and the wheelchairs-no way
god should smoke pot and lay around contemplating
I married a woman who lost ...