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It was on the 28th day of march.. where the story unfolds,
.. A lady named veronica, had just passed and grown old//
Grandmother of three, minus the child her daughter aborted,
.. is where the pain and misery began as officials reported//
broken hearted at nearly seventy (70), thoughts of committing suicide,-
run through her mind, as she only recalls the blade she used when-died//
her greatest passion stood as a painter.. a world-class entertainer,
ran for mayor.. and else things which ultimately made her-greater//
she was from down south.. charlotte, north carolina,
an athlete.. who ran track-meets for sports at her-college//
raised by her mother.. abandoned at an early age by her father,
an attractive black woman who only dated white-collared,-
gentlemen.. who never cared for her heritage nor ethnicity,
but still, she stood strong and maintained her testimony-religiously//
her bestest moments were as typically, drawn out to as far sicily,
where men would fall to her feet, literally, she was irresistibly//
.. she was traditionally a beautiful woman,
hair to her thighs, the perfect kind in the eyes of a trueman//
she was exclusive.. a true dime piece to us hustlers,
who later fell short to many drug addictions with smugglers//
.. among others, she became known as a popular customer,
the block was smuttin’ her, to find out the whole city was fucking her//
.. her name was veronica, to the world,
rest in peace to a young, fly, beautiful girl..//
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