Fago Franklin Poet I do not know?

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 !!

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 19, 2010 at 10:14 AM Congratulations Fago on your well deserved win in SKAT AKA IRMA'S contest "Reporting Life on the Soup" (State). Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 18, 2010 at 9:22 AM Congrats Fago on your HM in Irma's great contest with this reporting from Virginia.. an excellent piece so enjoy your special honor today.. with luv..

James Fraser July 18, 2010 at 9:19 AM Many congratulations fago on your win in S.K.A.T.'s fine contest >> James

Carol Sunshine Brown June 25, 2010 at 5:35 AM I am enjoying reading the diverse poetry presented here today. I wish you a weekend of good health, love, and inspiration. The best to you always in your endeavors Fago. Love, Carol