pages.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson

Pages

PAGES

Pages

Pages.

Mean nothing.

When the man who fills them,

Is empty.

© 2008 Boyd Johnson

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Logan Carryall

Arn't you just the experimental type after all. I like its bite, and it plays out in length like a punk song. Short and powerful.

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Boyd Johnson

the great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NY

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a 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..

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