My Grandmother had this picture framed in her house. My cousin and I would play a game where we would see who could stare at it the longest. It usually ended with both of us screaming and crying.
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About Me
- Richard Windslow
- Chicago, IL
- I was born in a swamp In a summer spawned of the hottest heat My father was a roamin’ tramp My mother was a gypsy sweet I was conceived in the summer sun Spontaneous combustion They say they felt their hearts give way When mine began to take shape
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