When I Last Came To Eat At Your House Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

When I Last Came To Eat At Your House



The face I kept was strait
those beans of fame.
Cuddly and cute they grew
apart lost art found game.
Rippled sweat a stomachs
moving inner cordless wave.
Barrels buckets weaving so
heaving wave my boat a sea.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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