When The Milk Dried Up Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

When The Milk Dried Up



No stranger to hard work the farm.
I had a cold bath no let down.
This won't happen to you.
The way warm milk disappears.
Stressful day's like yesterday,
I didn't have a good night.
I tossed and turned a lot.
That's what happened to me.
Across the sky shooting stars.
Reflects the light on your face.

Saturday, July 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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