My, 'World Flows By' Poem by James McLain
My, 'World Flows By'
The air is pure and clean,
my cabin, rests astride a
creek of ice cold milk, moist
the strawberries jump into
my lowered budget, made
of wood.Eternal her spring
lays at the top, unbridgeable.
When you come, please try
and remember,) I(am lost.
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5/2/2024 3:51:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
to be lost is so sad oneday someone will find you and i hope you take their hand