The Unfrocked Preist Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Unfrocked Preist



So little did he know just because.
And what it was for, for was it just want?
Even I pealed my celery often back then.
Between all that was even then.
The cloth of the nuns felt the same but there hands.
In the rectory safe tucked hidden between.
The unmovable cloud puckered fish cheeks.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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