Weight Of Words Poem by James McLain

Many are the words that bind shocking Your gaze so did find if they bring crimson to your clover then your fields are long shallow to the grower of that which i speak lerned from thee quick is the jack in the box fox though he be canna be proud of you toutor she of the scott was my mutter of the other one i am not proud is the blood in vein wearther all storms my way live forever and 1 day may i say under you year think of that could you would smile on your face i do see deny this not scale of the word is larger than your world recipricate you find long lost bird king of the wind bring him home nail down my words no you canna put in an envelope will you push to the sides never break through the top know such find think to the other long is the word short is your time forever and 1 day will they stay answere that in the mirror you gaze...Peace: : ) it(