Mario

In the early years of his existence looking;

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Far outstretched hand with God & man

When will they ever understand the beauty of the creator?

Yet its not up to me to judge & make them believe.

Through sullen braised sheets we meet to greet in peril sore vex sway,

Mario

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Through the years we had every reason to grasp a reason of being for that of meaning

Just suppose through idle peril the boy would grow in nature’s way.

Many times though fondly you would watch as he would bow the knee to pray,

All to well then Papa Joe used to make his peppers with sausages nice

It would make you think twice next time to roll the dice;

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Mario

As the little boy grew he knew what soon would unfold

This was not any attempt to inflate his ego for he was only flying solo don’t you know?

He was abused both verbally & physically;

Yet he would never relent to become eager in writing the best that he could.

Although today with many years having passed still having every reason to grasp.

A pen on paper with his trade to take ya.

Farther then any one man could say to go.

For there is a poet in us all.

That is something in which he wanted everyone to know. 

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Mario

The superman from outer space flying higher onto its Payton place

A strong belief in God

Yet very often you might have seen him down at the Dune’s in Cape Cod?

Mario

The shining example for all to grow in the rich created arts.