Upper Crust Bread Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Upper Crust Bread



The loaf still warm no crust can be found
this morn.
Perfectly round molded for a purpose
in) it(soul.
No pride in bread would fear instead
peoples goal.
First slice the bread before) it(sent
across river styx.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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