Blooms White Wash Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Blooms White Wash



My cotton tree is seven years.
Blooms in red pinks and blues.
Still the cotton is always white.
It grows along a gulf, no freeze.
It is grown for it's beauty, two only.
Seed in beauty are always hidden.
Still others see beauty differently.
Tax man comes with pocket scale.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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