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up whom I hadn't seen since my return. And members from downtown and outlying districts. I
watched them with surprise as they gathered and wondered at the depths of their sorrow as the lines
began to form.
There were half-draped flags and black banners. There were black-bordered signs that read:
BROTHER TOD CLIFTON
OUR HOPE SHOT DOWN
There was a hired drum corps with crape-draped drums. There was a band of thirty pieces.
There were no cars and very few flowers.
It was a slow procession and the band played sad,
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band was silent the drum corps beat the time on drums with muffled heads. It was hot and
explosive,
cheap beats by dr dre, and delivery men avoided the district and the police details were increased in number.
And up and down the streets people looked out of their apartment windows and men and boys