She was my Texas gift.
I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold my hands. She told me often. Johnnie, Johnnie.… Continue reading
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Hey brother, hey sister. Almost time to vote.
Hey brother, hey sister.. ( In the Army. There is no color, there is no race. Every soldier is a brother. Election is tomorrow. Men who create hate and separation. We do not… Continue reading