Thomas Fitzgerald

Rookie (21/10/1982 / Ireland)

The Colour Blood.

His skin soft his hair short,
His muscles defined his name tort,
Her nails ling her lashes curled,
Her eyes sparkling singing her world,
Taunt their enemy black their curse,
Brown their confusion KKK there worse,
The same is I gone in the flood,
We came one way the colour blood.

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