Beneath Tan Skin Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Beneath Tan Skin



Flow fires bloosd seared desire
tan golds mold pungent wine.
Union laid wood fine with grain
home is the purple heart split.
Never has buds flower inflamed
a dam to flood stage cresting top.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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