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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces gifted and talented, we were the best of buddies, our lives flagged together the terrain trans-formative, as we crested into our teens Sundays were the days when our spirit were humbled four boys at the alter, hands folded like the portrait of the Madonna I knew him like the back of my hand, I heard he had a father a father I had never seen since kinder yet life moved on, we the sailors displayed our masts hoping that the winds were channeling us, to a place our souls would please THE TRANSITION He woke up to a heard walk, he and his mum weren't playing a game of chase yet life had him on checkmate discovering the significance of the two sides of a quarter, you had to employ a plan B and yet keep your plan A on the cricket bat he led a double life, keeping his closest friends behind the scenes dropping out of high school was tradition in our hood,only that it marked a reincarnation, from the faint- hearted Jose to a classical James Bond FORECASTING the night intruded by slight mourns from carnivores lighting sparks and thunder shakes, a grant entry for comic villains till gunshots, lasting long enough to wipe an army of a thousand an ambush that "ceased"- captive, the lives of six teens short six times each one of them a girl, recently dropped out, not even her mum knew where she cribbed clinging to a heard earned home made short gun, which she innocently giggled like "the machineries" ,the title of a Holy Wood Action Flick Jose briefly called to inform me of the slaughter, didn't mention he was part only that God had given him an avenue for self evaluation IT'S DONE I wasn't into the Chicky gossips, that flew fast than the dailies but this one caught my ears she came, gasping for breath, thanks to her size she looked like a raged elephant her gang of hooters awaited the bombshell, till her eyes pinned me "your little friend is dead"...... I left I left running to the church next to the sewer, there wasn't anyone but me quickly pressing Jose's contacts, to the sound of server personnel "the mobile subscriber cannot be reached"
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