Vacant valley voiced victory. Valiant victors viewed victims. Village valued victorious veterans.
Born in San Francisco, CA. Son of a preacher. After committing my life to Jesus Christ, I noticed the letter I wrote to God had rhyming lines. That became my first poem.
How does it work?
Love our veterans
Bittersweet and beautiful.
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