Poems from Mir Cromartie Johnson

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West Philadelphia born and raised , with a pen and a pad is how I spend my days
Even blind eyes recognize real lies, Her real eyes soon and surely realize, That these guys can't provide,.. what their boasting and...
After a long road and crossing the burning sands,  I had a sit down with fate,.. I cried that it wasnt in the plan, the decision was final...
from two different terrains, one  hot and one cold, a small fox, coat bright and bold..a lioness, coat soft and low, she was fearless,...
its friday and my watch reads 8:20, thinking about your sweet apricot lips and skin tasting like honey, ive waited a long week just to see...
Your smile, the painkillers in my IV, paradise flowing through my veins ,too sedated to stand. My lovely nurse I give you my all and...