Poems from adriankjohnston

At a young age, maybe seven, I had a connection with the main character of a children's cartoon show, Dexter's Laboratory; both he and I...
Hey, hey, hey little flower Pink with joy warmer than candle sticks Arrayed with so much splendor Ah, yes; I see the things God can give...
The girl-scouts came out giddy with joy And proceeded to hang their birdy-house upon a lowly branch. Two moments flashed a pausing void And...
Shingles she had accounted sitting for twenty-five Holding onto nothing while her ornaments eat the dust Frost-bitten frigid air whistling...
Well, I seem to always say "well". Well, is it wrong to be so well? Well, if you could only be inside of yourself. Well, you would see how...

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