A C.S.I. Las Vegas Poem: For Warrick
For Warrick More than another brotha gone You were the one supposed to beat the odds who had the goods despite the demons from casino runner to taxi driver, bell captain of grand hotel digs to gravedigger, chem grad to finally CSI you were riding life high you redeemed yourself nicely after the heat cooled…
Ode to Teacher
Ever wanted to trace a favorite teacher from school and have a conversation with her or him? To Mrs. Winston I don’t have your whereabouts to send you a letter but I just want to let you know I am better, I can actually flutter. No social butterfly but I can hold my own in…
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