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    devon

    slain on the south side. this was a kid every one liked. why did he have to die?14 and an artist in the making. went to the school of arts, the world was his for the taking.lots of friends go to where he died. we hung things in a tree. and put stuffed animals where he last lyed.the people who didnt get along all came together today. we all lost the same person. we look at eachother and dont know what to say.his mother shows up crying, she looks such a mess.she showed up in his cloths. i think she could care less.people were there every one seen who did it. no one will tell. they're scared they might get hit.his mother knows. but shes waiting to see. if the cops do there job. if justice will

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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