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Old Pictures
An old cigar box has its cover wearing off.
The lid on it is slowly tearing.
Opening it in a room people forgot about.
So old, these pictures want to tell me.

Old black and white reminds me of a harder time.
I can?t really tell when it is day or night.
I?m judging a person, not on his history,
but on rather what I see.

The grain of a picture might tell it?s own story.
The breaking down with a tint of brown.
I?m judging a person, not on his history,
but on rather what I see.

Ranchero hat, long sleeves, and tired knees.
Rough hands are calloused, double thick skin.
This mornings sweat mixed with tomorrow?s
it?s time to go out to make a better life for mijo.