Stake My Claim Poem by James McLain

Perhaps then be fairness exactly the way,
to other things at first glance,
and, and it is better my request it has now.
There grew thick the sweetest green grass,
because it was the wearer which was desired.

But it crosses most often the stream drinking there,
those of almost same rank.
And because for my of her wandered briefst.
Thus were we really attached to it there, at all.


Then look to the other, and just as just be fair,
And having perhaps the better,
understand of they of this.
You please it to hold, stake my claim.

Because it was grassy there and wanted wear,
Though as thoughts race about my love.
When for the briefest was seen when passing there.

Had all the others by you I am told,
worn them really about love, the same.