Poems from Chris Irwin

The past twenty four hours I have been in a state of disbelief. I missed a day of writting poetry and there is no source of relief. A...
Popeyes or Five guys? Either way, I'm getting my cajun fries. Feel free to attempt to stop me. For that is an impossibility. Have a nice...
A glass of the reddest wine one can find, a familiar face sitting across from you, yet it is one that you cannot define. Who could it be or...
It is a place that does not discriminate any race. It will put a smile upon any face. This place I speak of has the power to heal whatever...
I possess a very active mind full of ideas. All hotter than fresh quesadillas yet more tasteful than plain tortillas. Sometimes there are...

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