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Written by Michael Lee Johnson
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Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer from Itasca, Illinois. His brand new poetry chapbook with pictures From Which Place the Morning Rises and his new photo version of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom are available at: http://stores.lulu.com/promomanusa. The original version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom, can be found at: http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7. He has been published in over 22 countries. Email: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it . The author is also editor/publisher of four poetry sites, all open for submission, which can be found at his website: http://poetryman.mysite.com/. (If you see any typos or wish to make helpful comments, please do so) Michael Lee Johnson1531 W Irving Park Rd, 212CItasca, Illinois USA 60143-1542 Advantage MarketingPO Box 486, Itasca, Illinois USA 60143-0486Ph/Fax (630) 467-1330/1332E-mail: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
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