The Green Card Blues
A faded old passport, withered and torn a picture of a infant child of three
The faded old passport that was once was green happy and alive hope not dispirited
nothing more than a dark past.It is tabu one must never talk about those things.
Musty old papers never seeing the light of day tucked away in a rugged old suitcase.
Memories of dismayed,family history knowledge of your peoples past, knowledge of the
green card blues.The green card now has turned yellow crumbling like powder dust an
immigrants fate,immigrants from Spain entrusted upon those documents the green card
blues
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