I am mr. davy simpson,
or call me mr davy Martin.
for my mother and my father,
either Simpson or Martin.

I am their child,
this you must know.
to understand my lost history,
off something that happed long ago.

two had to live apart(Robertson),
since a shot in the middle of the avenue.
in pain, lost in the cold, and lost love,
one day in the middle of Robertson avenue.

a lost loving family,
do to a hurtful tragedy.
a son lost his mother,
was the truth to his tragedy(thunderbolt,ga)

mother was shot in the heart by a shotgun,
son was shot in the left thigh by the same shotgun.

written by author Woodrow Anthony saulsberry,
written at creative approach on a iMac(12-28-2020)

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