and the flowers keep growing, and my dog keeps limping.A Poem by Boyd Johnsondead men, don't hate.
maybe that's why I haven't felt right,
in years. © 2008 Boyd Johnson |
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Boyd 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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