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John Wayne Brown Iii

I've always said no to drugs but my friend didn't do the same. When a person dies of an overdose, it's always a damn shame. John learned the hard way that a man reaps what he sews. Every time drugs were offered to him, I wish he had said no. I'm not certain what he overdosed on, it may have been Meth. When my friend of forty years overdosed, he drew his last breath. I recently read that Meth damages the lungs, kidneys, liver, heart and brain. John might have rejected Meth if that was something he could've ascertained. Years ago, I tried to convince him to get some help but my words always fell on deaf ears. He was forty-eight but if he had said no to drugs, he could've lived for many more years. [Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.]

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Date: 6/27/2019 7:00:00 PM
G'day Randy … quite moving Randy. Illicit drugs are so addictive and dangerous. I could feel your sadness and frustration while reading your verse - thanks Randy - Lindsay
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