Bleets Do Grow Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Bleets Do Grow



Great show of care she cuped my bleets
so tenderly in palm of
soft hand.
Swollen though they are bleets release not
so for me.
Heavy are the bleets no sheeps I never
count the sun comes up for me.
In bleeting dreams I never bleet.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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