More poems to come soon

I have been a little busy as of late; but I will be having holiday soon and will have time to get out some more poetry that I have not been able to post. Over time we all have a note pad that we feel up and never get to share this work with others well I will be doing this soon. I have a gob of new material ready to post but have not had the time so please stay posted. I hope every one is having a wonderful Thanksgiving and sharing and loving others.

God Bless
John M. Pride Jr.

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John McKinley Pride Jr said…
I HOPE TO BE back here soon to post my new poems and art.
December 25, 2011 at 12:54 AM
Anonymous said…
Hope you are having a wonderful holiday:)! Happy 2012 to you:)!
January 1, 2012 at 7:40 AM
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