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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

The Lesson Learned

Live the Love forever
In our hearts we see you there
Live the Love forever
Leave behind what you share
Visions painted with the brush
Can not define your sight
Nor quench your ever glowing light.

(2015)

A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.

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