the frozen charles.A Poem by Boyd Johnson
it’s a winter time feeling ived loved the winter feeling all my life. here. gone. here. gone. it was so easy it was a system. I saw you. then drove three and one half hours home. you saw me. then drove. three and one half hours home. it’s a winter time feeling. a comfortable grey. snow every time you turn on the day. its so lukewarm so inviting. you represent everything there is to cling to in the coldest months of the year. what can I say. it keeps me warm. © 2008 Boyd Johnson |
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1 Review Added on February 23, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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