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What colour was his sin-A tribute to poet Will Bell

What colour was his sin-A tribute to poet Will Bell

He wrote poetry

He wrote damn fine poetry

And then they shot him

And they killed them

They killed him DEAD 

All his poems can now be read

For the blood is red

Reddy red red

His skin is black

So what colour was his sin! 

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Tony Taylor

WOW!!!...........I had NO idea that this man even existed..........thanx so much for the Link my friend............ you are on fire here lately............ well done JAI MASTERS!!............. respect to you!!...........T xo

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Nardine Sanderson

:(  I think he is beautiful , thank you Jai for this 

Tribute, his life was precious as any given life

His death becomes the sin

Thou shalt not kill.

Much love nardine xo.

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Christopher Correia

good job, Jai....always sad when a poet passes, I'm sure he brought joy and edification to many, and now thanks to you I will check out his work, cheers man

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Jai Masters

Chris I appreciate your read of my 

tribute to a fellow poet dead. 

Thanx! 

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Jai Masters

Thank you Nardine, 

thou shalt not but they don't listen

crazy ol world we live in

best wishes to you 

Jai :)

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Jai Masters

Hello Purple,,

i wear a purple shirt today :)

just saying; thank you, Jai :)

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