Michael Jordan

I miss my old friend
Michael Jordan
And sometimes I wonder
How is he doing
And I pray
To read the old gospeller again
Tumbling fire into words
Breaking Lucifer's chain
Renouncing the bitter past
And casting spells upon hearts
That wait for his spring to come
And often I wonder
Did the rain ever fall
Did the new grass grow good
As he wanted it to
O and I pray he is not sick
Nor hurting in pain
I long to read the old gospeller again
And feel the fire of another soul
Burning the wrongs of earth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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December 31, 2010 at 3:47 PM
L'nass, I thank you very much. I have had a very hard year in many ways. In others it was as beautiful as a waterfall. Lost a couple of people I loved dearly. I also had a couple of people I loved get life this year. Recovery has been wonderful to me but watching those you love fall is rough. I plan to come home to the soup and I'm glad you were here, God Bless, mj
Smalling Avatar
December 26, 2010 at 9:22 AM
Does anyone know what happened to Michael? Good piece this one dedicated to him.
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December 26, 2010 at 4:36 AM
yeah he was a great guy to know. john
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