Stamens And Pistil Poem by James McLain
Stamens And Pistil
I have eaten many earthworms making dirt.
Mother of all days and other days as Mother.
Savant crossing over streams,
to which was whispered did I hear, Resurgam.
Centipede of many legs, weak knees.
And O how we all ejaculate the stars are we.
How now to the main thing were we speaking of.
(outer ring) and (center) brown lip stick.
Oh it is and you are waking up and I shall rise again.
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