MARK JOHN JUNOR
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where i writeA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe quiet place where i writebreeze swept field and shade treethe autumn sunlight warms the soulin the distance mighty towersconstruct of hammers and .. |
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the northern most houseA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORdrinking in the beauty of fall afternoonchimes carry your souls song lightlyas you travel the autumn road tothe northern most housethat lay in the sil.. |
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the incomplete poemA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORred fragments of plastic litter thesandy soil at my feeti gather them with one at a timewhile my soul searches for a song to impartmy pen grows strang.. |
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creepy girlA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe is a blatant caricature in loud technicolor her presence shouts sexual innuendoalluring with dark undertones her past shadows her every wordlike .. |
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ole' tookieA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORtookie winfeild was a friend of minefrom way on back down the wayback in my river daysmean old man with a heart of goldugly old geezer with a silver t.. |
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better butterfly'sA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe builds better butterfly's from the dust on rusting pipesthey fly in the starry sky while i cryin a panic she paints them into a panoramic but butt.. |
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the lightA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORclose to sunset and a chill wind startsbut the light that warms my soul comes from her eyesenticed out of sleeping memory bythis falling shaft of sunl.. |
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a hand to holdA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe talked to me with a sunset of sorrows in her facetried to reassure but to no availshe just needed to hear someone careand you really cant blamehar.. |
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winters shadowA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORrainswept morning leaves mein a soul deep stillnesswhere my mind wanders the reflections of my heartthe sorrows that held me captivethe dreams that se.. |
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your presenceA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORnatural light falls withsuch beauty through the autumn leavessets the heart ablaze with reminiscence and wishesthe day filled with brilliant color and.. |
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