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Post by aliciax76 on Feb 23, 2006 13:48:30 GMT -5
Gett'n off the F train at W. 4th st. O n my way to Washington square, cause ya knew he'd always be there.
Whipp'n around on his board, smiles swam across his face. Weav'n in 'n outa 'n over benches 'n thru trees. Almost never land'n on his knees.
The sun shone, everyone was out & ya knew you'd made the right decision by ditch'n school.
Tee hee, he made all the girls giggle with panting eyes. Trapped inside the beauty of his slanted eyes, to his his deep dark skin, with his wit 'n charm he reeled us all in.
I probably haven't thought about you in years.......,but my memories been jogged, and now I feel robbed.
So dear ol' Harold, ol' friend, ol' pal, it's time to reminisce over you.............
Rest in Peace, May all the dreams that you dreamt, see themselves come true.
Love, Alicia J. Ginsburg
February 21, 2006
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Post by www on Dec 24, 2006 10:08:48 GMT -5
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