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"the winds of change blowing in my face"
yeah, on the front deck of the Staten island ferry
going to manhattan
sunny day, not a cloud in the sky
the Statue of Liberty standing high
fraankie got to make his way
i am going to become part of new York that day
of course, '99
now 5 years later
my brother has disrupted my life
through fraud, harassment, deciet
it's very convenient for him that i now look forward
that means he gets to walk away scot free
while my life is a mess
but, your poem is true
not for me, but for you
best
fraankie
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