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Fortune Son
"Fortune Son"
I made my report as I started home, I waited by the church for Rev. Jones.
I told him stories of my past. Time was short, I had to go fast!
Storm was brewing, my heart was sad!
Fighting, shouting, screaming so mad!
I told him a story of a lonesome old one.
Remember me as a "Fortune son!"
William J. Roney III
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