Young Pretty Girls There Was Once A Road Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Young Pretty Girls There Was Once A Road



There was once a road,
some of you took because life was like this for me at home.
My dad and both uncles and brothers in and out all the time,
what was left of my self was it worth.
My panties always are all full of there thick yellow seamen
Salt they have left in my panties.
When that choice I made diverged deep within the forest,
and bad my state of mind, it is as good as that for me.
The left fork in the road which my right hand now chooses.
Strangers because of that the fact that you take,
as for me there was no map for me who does not know of this before.
It' which this time this road of the things all wish to place inside of me so deep,
I can hardly lift up the moon too breath, those are my once soft pillows
I in my travels become white crusty dirty, it is repeatedly the center hit.
As for once I had pretty dreams and dreams and now dead scattered
and others as for that you apply to it, it is broken moist wide open,
it is shatterd and you are wrong you act and now both holes are paved.
And being struck repeadedly in the center and the point,
always sharp and full of milk I scream.
Regrets here and there does is as to be as for the place.
Where it turns my being wherever, there it is closer untill.
Sidewalks, bridged desire rivers of they now run through me.
So bridge me who I to you and men I am whom.
I continued I can see it cross into me slowly, It is never good,
lost in the forest which now when as for me as for me who finally I am.
Change the selection of your life which you to whom you speak.
With out yelling make it besides still waters instead of being filled full of milk,
and it streaches past the point of no return pain full it's stretched.
Always I am sore now and the fact that they full and heavy come.
And coming always they having happiness, if it follows to your center
when the rear once was tight as well.
There once was a road which I believed but my belly now full,
and led by the light/I write this to you.
My babies asleep in a bottle.
When moving them out to be asleep they are the men so deep.
The forest if it is good it diverges,
because you will not do to pay attention to my warning,
I have informed you,
follow your center in order to go to a place safer known.
You have known now from this road it leads too nowhere.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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