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by: Acquah Vicki

Raphael:( A BALLAD )

The name rolled off of his tongue so gaily, 
He seemed to be fulfilled by just saying 
" RAH PHA EL". Matthew's 
wheels were spinning 
this was the one who 
would save him,from 
the wild and crazy life on 
South Beach as a waiter.
Blond Blue eyed slim statues 
man from New york-
Found the dark and tan 
gorgeous Greek 
a fantasy and a treasure 
that had now become his reality.
Every thought of Raphael would 
delight his eyes with pleasure.

He walked on his tip toes almost as 
a ballerina when he spoke of Raphael. 
Raphael, rich- Handsome and happy. 
Matt waited each day,joyfully 
to jump into Raphael's
sports car and parade in front 
of Coconuts and Mangoes.

As Raphael zoomed up,Matt
was with wings, He took off and 
was about to hoover, when the signal 
was, "do not come any closer ".
Raphael waved him off.

He soon saw why and 
much to Matt's surprise
watched the undercover
unload the Porsche' with
what they had discovered.

I, as Matt's surrogate mother-- 
witnessed Matt's moon-lit eyes wane- 
I shared in his pain. Thinking.... 
" New yorker's should know better "

Still, I held him as he cried.
He survived to tell the tale.
Off into the distance Matt did stare 
as one last time he spoke 
the name,"Raphael"

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