Snow Which Is Sung Poem by James McLain

Such pitiful thing one human needle which
teaches and lives compared to it's straight and narrow
do you ask her to ask her to do it the first time
and if she does it to ask and does she to ask
and he does it again when she is not looking to ask him
and she asked for the third time,
a little it is easy to be broken why waste the rain
like the finger;
pulling out of girl pink it has the nipple which it she ask it/it
he kisses if you do to ask him
do not ask it too someone
do it to ask and never to ask and ask her
you ask her before,
simple insane thing the thing of which snow which is sung.


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e.e.c.