Ashley Is, ' When Nichole, And Poem by James McLain

Fish Looks - 'large armed Claws' - both join the immigrants
that crossing when they try in her new yoga class but is it ever enough.
Embarrassed when one is laughing, running always, caught.
And the weakest is her tadeploe fish named come here, 'James.
So she enlists these huge jumbo shrimp to help him become big and strong using a secret method to keep it up and full when it's pulled out and up it never seems to catch her crossing over, underneeth the bridge of bubbled, of foaming rapid breath.

Reading this is news she shows her teeth and smiles.
The tounge it moves around those lips which her other does.
And pulls away and then pretends to not act screaming, pouty mad.

Ashley and Nichole off on this next love is a deadly mission.
Both flat tires against a fan whom some both say they like.
And realize that this is no fantasy - it’s the next real best thing.
Best laid next too all that blown up round, when glass is pink,
and without wings, can pigs learn how to fly?

This next episode is hers and hers he waits to never die for.
Does the sheriff know you are of, ' her this what?