You were dying when I first started living
The heart's still beating today, but so faint no one can hear it
We crack jokes about faded beauty through burnt out shells
Can try to look away, but south of 8 mile is all of our man-made hell.
musings and rantings on all that matters and all that doesn't
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eight mile road, and when you touch down ...
make a new go, Joe.
help! Someone has stolen my sign-on, and I don't know how to get it back. I tried another posting but it's too obscure. Hopefully when I actually have (some) money in July I can reconnect. In the interim, enjoy!
There's a good story in the NYT magazine of June 20, called "G.M.", Detroit and the Fall of the Black Middle Class." My heart still goes out to that place, though I spent only a year there.
There's a good story in the NYT magazine of June 20, called "G.M.", Detroit and the Fall of the Black Middle Class." My heart still goes out to that place, though I spent only a year there.
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