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 by Jeph Johnson IHOP, 2 AM I'm waiting in this booth til dawn Watching her love her children By the way she's keeping on... ... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I sold most of my eternity and took mortgage on my soul by trying to find in her a toy to play with and make whole. S... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Close your eyes... God is talking... I venture above history unconcerned with when I mask my humility with om... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson A voice, euphonious, rides the breeze Interpreting harmonious melodies With moonlit magic and sorcery She casts her s... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I said goodbye that morning It was the last thing I would say You left me without warning In your dark brown Chevrole... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson latent dejection dances behind the pastoral attractions of womankind that boldly provoke in me renaissance while m... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson some things I found out much too early and others way too late– the secrets to life are barely anything more than fat... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Hawthorne Boulevard is a section of southeast Portland besieged by liberal policies and politics. It is a... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Dream a dream of you and me Let our thoughts be one Allow your cares to slip away Setting like the sun Because when... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I am quite terrorized by those kind of eyes I recoil and tuck my head inside my shell For any bewildered gaze ca... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson a dirty word conjuring up panthers and prejudice baby blue's antithesis limp-wristed feminine pubescence [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I kept explaining it to myself, "It's only a cinematic enigma" How could someone look that good? "Airbrushed,... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson For only the third time I can recall, (For I live north of the line Of where nothing seems at fault While having a go... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson If predestination is providentially dictated, God loves you and it's me He's hated. - Like Esau; a see-saw, back and... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson robust stamina fell upon this stardust tinselclad phenomenon that was alright but overpowered by the rise of delight... [read more] |