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written by: DeWayne Moore



Raising and busting,
Standing but rusting
The clock is still running
And it's counting on down

Once so unsure
A disease with a clear cure
Heavy breaths hit as hard
As a rifle round

So far away from fresh
All the truth and regret
Hoping maybe this time
I'll get it right

Stay always on my guard
Talk s--t and then pull that card
Push it all down once more
At the end, but not quite

DeWayne Moore

DeWayne Moore

Having received his master’s degree in from Middle Tennessee State University, DeWayne has spearheaded the renewed efforts of the Mt. Zion Memorial Fund, a private research and memorial organization since 2010. He completed his doctorate in History at the University of Mississippi in May 2018. He has contributed articles to Living Blues magazine out of Oxford, Mississippi, Blues & Rhythm magazine out of London, and the Frog Blues & Jazz Annual out of London, and he is revising his two monographs that expose the silences in historical scholarship pertaining to the black freedom struggle, the blues, and blues tourism in Mississippi by detailing the careers of African American activists and cultural brokers as well as the events from which blues tourism emerged in the 1970s.
DeWayne Moore

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