M. Ayodele Heath


This is a place where when tomorrow's Easter Sunday & you ain't got no money, the barber tell ya Boy, you betta get up in this chair & don't even look at you funny

& y'all still listen to the Braves on that same A.M. radio he heard Hank break Babe record back in 1974

Where old folks on the front porch with they gold teeth laughin is like the sweet, sweet sound of the gates of Heaven swingin

& uncles trim they frontyard hedges wavin to every car that passes by & Last time

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