One Call Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

One Call



One call, and it is all undone.
One call, the devil comes in.
One call, one drink, the devil.
One call, is stripped canvas.
One call, a color waits to cry.
One call, the sky begins a fall.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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