and the flowers keep growing, and my dog keeps limping.

and the flowers keep growing, and my dog keeps limping.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson

dead men,

don't

hate.

 

maybe

that's why I

haven't

felt right,

 

in years.

© 2008 Boyd Johnson


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An interesting concept. Hmmm...

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Boyd Johnson
Boyd Johnson

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



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