Andrew John
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Blood and Cold WaterA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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A Rubbing of HandsA Poem by Andrew JohnElsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts. Oh, how they rubbed their hands. But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger? Elsie had a s.. |
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Broken BrainA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Now and ThenA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Two Were Once OneA Poem by Andrew JohnIambic pentameter |
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Enhance Your Dance, oh PranceA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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FloatingA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Pleasure DepartsA Poem by Andrew JohnSonnet |
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ExistenceA Poem by Andrew JohnDoes your innocence reject wisdom as you, twiddling your fingers, are gazing into the middle, where you are now? Sometimes I wander, twiddling my.. |
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PigA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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