"In memory of Writer E Lynn Harris"
"think I'll grab a few things..keep smiling while on my way to demise.
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where numbers emerge unspoken..the hours of life left disappears
many strive to make amends with the past i become..a lonely
street with structure..meets..poor..sand beneath my shoes..ashy..
unwealthy..while the wages kept on looking embarassed..ashamed of
my clothing.. but I built strength, carried through long days in 2nights..
called poverty..what claimed me life full of biogenics.. hidden..but
worthy of what I become..a closed victim for years ..silent..the memories
and rhythms with skills enough to connect love..written...lines sharp..
I cut..i commence to level with..my final outlines of slumber..what prepares
me..without warning..a resting place.. 2 b.remembered..in memory of
my Books...An obituary..NOW is in honor..THE life ..once lived..it's been
real...although i think..has it..?..I am the read Personified..Best Seller...
I thank you..Peace World...I rest..'Create'...S.T Jordan...8/24/2009..
He was found in a hotel room..pronounced dead today...life...is not far sometimes..nor promised while your clock..the hands of time lives shortly...
I wrote this today for author..E LYNN HARRIS..AFRO AMERICA AUTHOR ..
HE WAS FIERCE..LOVED HIS WORK..I use to read his work for years...
he will truly be missed...damn 54..thats gone 2 soon..one of my favorite wrters..hope u like what i wrote..Ms SHEILA T JORDAN..CHOW...versitile..Create{{{*_*}}}..
