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 by Jeph Johnson a springboard splattered spectacle of unity undecided beauty astroglides refined beyond dainty fantasy and resides in... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson My marbles cast aside I become a shadow genius patterning truth after paradoxical understandings... granted asylum fr... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Now free from the trappings of East Burnside sleaze and the Saturday night rock and roll strip teaze the shadows that... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson she had a sparkle in her eyes of green and a face right out of a magazine I didn't think I stood a chance with her bu... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson If I could I would give you the moon and the stars but they're not mine They're already ours all I have for you is my... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson the world no longer rhymes anymore as a child, in the nursery every clamor through the din blended the next line wit... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson My mind immortal though time's distorted carry on into infinity I die alone and become one with everything but Trinit... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson agents of karma follow like bloodhounds all the good people I know mistaking my fate for haphazard rebounds of... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson My father left me his name sandwiched between my first and last. Our sense of humor was the same; a clever wit and sm... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson and Jenna LaMere I cradle my cup and saucer as if I was holding your head I close my eyes and feel its heat dra... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson can you find a special place for my heart to rest? put it where it won't be broken take it from my chest keep it wher... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson perhaps the end is the start for shattered dreams and broken hearts to find a new purposeful plan for a life Utopian.... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I couldn't take any more, couldn't stand it any longer I rode my Harley out the door with a million miles to conquer... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson two years after the year you were mine better known as 1999: a time perhaps, I should have disregarded. the ye... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson sometime or another I think about my mother and rest my troubles surely in her arms. I think back to my childhood... [read more] |