MARK JOHN JUNOR
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balloonA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORchildand there in his handballoon of bright colors not even rain will damp that smilecome on shine like a child's mindall that darkness you feel is ju.. |
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just to keep warmA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORmidnight wasn't a curefor all that darkness following hershe could see the sun coming up someplace aheadalways see the cheap advertising long before s.. |
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whiskey jarA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORhe took another pull off the whiskey jarand worrying his last coin tween his worn fingersspoke real softly of the night she wenton down the river road.. |
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questing heartA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORtwo butterflys chase eachotheracross the summer pondthey are small fragile pieces of light and colorbut they are woven into the summer songthat plays .. |
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jezebel roseA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORlaying here in the dark of nightlistening to my lovers soft breathin'listening to her sweet dreams as they sweep her in beauty's company through themy.. |
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traveling once moreA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe paints her smile on and turns her weary thoughts to the sunlight streaming weakly through the open door she hesitates on the cusp of her movement.. |
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devilishly shyA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORdevilishly shyin her devilishly shy is a wild lips of crimson creamseyes deep waters bluecandlelight breathes promise into her warmththe way she holds.. |
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hippyA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORhippyfaintly sinister smilestwitch their way across her acrobat faceand as her rolling and tumbling expressionsmake their way through all manner of de.. |
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naked footprintsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe lay in darknesslistening to some sad songsome careless young heart with a versionof some sweet old melodyshe lay wrapped in my armslay wrapped in .. |
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ten sharp pencilsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORwith tears for ink soul for a pagewhatever became of the dayswhen the words flowedfast and furious like a wildfire burning in the soulpick up the penp.. |
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