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The Broncos’Voice February 13,1998 / PICTURES Martez L. Evans i recently looked at pictures... And they tell our history When times were qpoA -BLACK- We had bl^ afros, and carried picks with fists in our pockets. We were Suuuper Fly, with our butter fly collars, and our bell-bottoms jeans that 1 couldn’t stand... ‘Cause in the winter the cold wind Would blow up my bells and freeze certain spots. Pictures of you and me brother -BLACK- You had buck teeth and I was 'comd and fat. Chuck Taylor’s were the bomb, dad’s Cadillac was brown, and he wore a feather in his hat. -DLACK- Every cool brothers crib, and every hot mama’s shack, was an art gallery, decked with velvet paintings, and wood carvings of a strong black man, and a strong black woman in a death love clutch. -BLACK- by Joanna Lowe I can't describe this feeling that I fee! inside It's far too deep to hide Some call it, LOVE But how can a word so small describe this thing I'm thinking of Every night I go to sleep smiling within You've taken me so many places that I'd never been On a one way street of dreams coming true And Heaven only knows what else is in store for me and you. This feeling that I feel Is too strong not to be REAL And I know it will end never Cause what we have is...FOREVER So many times people claim love when what they really feel is LUST But these feelings we have reach for what's right and what's JUST The bond that we share is so divine That God himself must have sent it to be yours and mine Cupid could never create anything this deep To make me pray for your safety everynight before I sleep My Love, this time I know that love is true Because I never felt this kind of togetherness and forevemess until I met you by Yogii ou say your not gonna call you say your not going to write to loose touch with me my love that’s just not right Needing to hear your voice since your touch has gone and the only communication the words from an Eargasm taken from me in your haste of action. You say your not gonna call, You say your not gonna write what kinda love is this when your on My mind But out of sight.
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