Hot Pressure Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Hot Pressure



They look with hot contemplation
at the time when its hot pressure…
stops drawing hot milk from me
a small innocent face looking in my face. ……
My good children….
Its mouth feels like fresh hot milk and I like so much, …

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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