two pianos sit in the rain laughing, in a white dress you must be, soaked, shivering, smiling — as the rain still falls you dance with eyes alight your voice ringing beautifully
John Reay is poet that was raised along Interstate 80. Drawing most inspiration from towns and roads along said interstate, he travels from place to place seeking inspiration. He has been published by Jerry Jazz Musician and is currently working on two novel manuscripts.
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John Reay is poet that was raised along Interstate 80. Drawing most inspiration from towns and roads along said interstate, he travels from place to place seeking inspiration. He has been published by Jerry Jazz Musician and is currently working on two novel manuscripts.
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