Johnny Doe
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elizabethmurrayEnglish Major at UF
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Johnny Doe

by elizabethmurray

He is stoic and cold, shrugs his shoulders and wrings his hands.

Brown hair topples over his cold, hazel eyes, and he unconsciously smoothes.

He is calm and he is kind; he is moody and he is troubled.

His presence is known and understated.

His eyes twinkle with bemusement, lips curl with pleasure, and when he laughs he laughs with his body, like thunder.

And when he cries you'll never see it.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
This is a wonderful love ballad. I love the mystery contained in the title. Not just John Doe the unknown but Johnny Doe with hints of familiarity. Great poem!!!!

a year agoReply
Huh what inspired this. I like it!