Jon Roggie
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Follow my handsA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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CarnageA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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When the world stops turningA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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How do we start the show?A Poem by Jon Roggie |
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Do you really want to know?A Poem by Jon Roggie |
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So quietA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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Hiding beneath the streetlightA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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Never the firstA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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GlidingA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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Just a sport coatA Poem by Jon Roggie |
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