Virginia
the ghost of spilled blood
the screams of victory
the drums of freedom, with the boundaries of racism
the torture of the south
the start of the thirteen colonies
smell the air of my land, and you will smell inspiration
touch the skies, and you will feel emotion
this land , lives and breathes by pride
the product of tobacco, was the crop of life:that our lungs inhale
the inhaling of success
the lungs of a risk
map quest the heart of ones state, and you will get directed to the land of history !!
Copyright © Fago Franklin | Year Posted 2010
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